It started last night, with me trying to release my inner Cake Boss. Didn't work out, I ended up running to the store, for more confectionery sugar and frosting bags. I seem to remember my Mom making them, I thought I could, too. I even tried the Ziplock bag trick; cut one corner, at an angle and put the frosting tip inside, fill with frosting. Didn't work so well for me; I felt like I had channeled my inner, Lucy, frosting started to ooze out all over me, not so much on the cake. Cake decorating has changed, since I use to watch my Mom make and sell cakes. She improvised and came up with clever ways to over come. Me, everything I tried, was cursed. My daughter said before my confectionery attempts, "Mom, I'll never be as creative as you". I laughed, knowing I now was jinxed. See, I wanted to make this Ruffle frosted cake. I didn't have the right tip, thought I did, even went to go buy it, but couldn't find it at 10:30 pm last night. I found this video, just a day ago...so, it was a last minute idea.This is what she had instead, a french vanilla cake with orange frosting. She was happy with it, in reality that is all that matters. I tried once to buy her a pretty cake; She loved it, till she took a bite and said never again, She was six years old, at the time.
Creamsickle. We have to have cookie dough ice cream with it, to have that chocolate orange combo. She likes blue frosting, her birthstone color. I have tried to get her to try chocolate cake; No, she doesn't want to mess with a good thing...her words.
Happy Birthday Grit Girl! Yankee parents with a Girl Raised In The South! You are my sunshine; Thanks for fifteen glorious years of Barbies, tea parties, swimming, shore treasure hunts, bike races, and Dance, Dance Revolution. Now hair, make-up, shopping and boys. Happy Birthday Angie Pangie Pudding Pie...XOX!