I hope I die before "your" is the official contraction of "you are."
I hope I die before "your" is the official contraction of "you are."
well. every time I see your screen name I think it says "Shatner" so I get a mental image of Star Trek, and that's driving me crazy, so we're equal on that front.
I am having fun making 100 cupcakes for a wedding 12/18. Color scheme for bridesmaids, includes ribbons hanging off the lanterns they will be carrying, of dark teal, chocolate brown, light tan, silver and dark, dark grey. Actually look good for a ribbon arrangement, but she wanted them incorporated in the topper, 8" cake (at the top of the cupcake stand for the traditional "cutting of the cake"), and cupcakes. We agreed on a white fondant covered 8" cake, and talked her into a cute topper of mixed gelatin flowers/gumpaste flowers/isomalt jewel inserts of all but the grey color. Also, originally she wanted the dark grey as the icing on the cupcakes. Horrors!! I finally got her to see how unappetizing that would look! She went with the tan. So I am looking forward to seeing how it all turns out as much as she does! LOL
In college my roommate's mother sent her a knitted tam-o-shanter and expected her to wear it around campus. We referred to it as her "jaunty cap."
Here's one:
I was due to make a Christmas cake for someone for Christmas day, but she was going to pick it up Friday afternoon and go away to family. It's a mud cake, so that would be fine. However, she rings me Sunday (10 days before Christmas) and says, "I was just wondering if the cake was ready today, my mother is driving to [location] today, and I thought she might be able to take it."
Ummm, no, I don't have cakes finished and sitting around in my kitchen 6 days before they're due to be picked up.

I know what you mean. Consider my parents' 55th anniversary cake. There's a thread about it somewhere here, and a picture of it on Flickr (my handle there is "tracker backer" because much of my account there is pictures of tracker-key-action organs) Chocolate cake (DH Swiss Chocolate, with canned chocolate frosting), with an edible image of a "Speed Limit 55" sign on it. Our neighbors were originally to have joined us for cake that evening; when they couldn't make it, I cut around the edible image, in case they made it the next day, or the day after.
They kept cutting around it. Even after the foil over the top of the (served in-pan) cake started touching, sticking to, and ripping up the edible image. By the time I left on my fall vacation, the edible image had been seriously defaced (WHY didn't I use the pan with the fitted plastic cover?), but it hadn't been cut. Ye vish!
I would rather make 1 cake for $150, than 3 for $50 each.
The person who works for nothing will always have plenty to do!
My sarcasm is good-humored. People generally really like me, in person ;-)
Licensed, inspected, insured, home-based commercial...
I would rather make 1 cake for $150, than 3 for $50 each.
The person who works for nothing will always have plenty to do!
My sarcasm is good-humored. People generally really like me, in person ;-)
Licensed, inspected, insured, home-based commercial...
I'm not a professional or anything, just do cakes as a hobby, but my mom really grinded my gears when i came home from work at 11PM, and she says to me ''oh, can you do a cake for your grandfathers 50th?". I say yes, and ask when his birthday is (I'm bad at remembering dates!), and she says ''it's tomorrow, and they are picking it up at 8 in the morning.
I ask what she wants the cake to be like, knowing that i'm going to lose a lot of sleep, and she says she wants three tiers (8, 9, 10 inch) of chocolate cake, with vanilla, chocolate, and coffee buttercream, little to no fondant, a quad on the top with a deer tied to it, a bear, another deer, a moose, fish near the bottom, guns everywhere, a figure of grandpa riding the quad with my grandma with it, and a logo with fishing poles spelling out ''50''.
We didn't have any of the ingredients on hand, either.