Cake, Cake, Cake

So, I LOVE cake, and I love making cakes, so I decided to take a cake decorating class.
It's been really fun, and I've gotten to eat alot of cake. :)

It was a month long class... two hours every Tuesday. I made three practice cakes, so they are not big, pretty cakes, just enough to practice designs, etc.

The first cake we learned how to do pattern transfers. My cake was really smooth, so my teacher decided to make an example of me. She tranferred a rainbow pattern on my cake... not what I would have chosen, but it turned out pretty well.

and it was yummy!

The second week we learned how to make roses...

So, I've always more of a cake person, and less of an icing person, but since I started this class, and got a fantastic buttercream icing recipe... definintely an icing person now!

Now to my final cake... I was really excited, because I had a really simple and cute idea. The minute I started icing my cake, I realized that my icing was too thin, but decided to not worry about it too much. Well, I've become such a perfectionist about my smooth icing and it wasn't going well. I was getting frustrated and I ended up with way too much icing, so I had to start again. Thats one time iced.

I ice it again, and because the icing was thin, and I used hot water on my spatula to smooth the icing, my cake was really wet, so I positioned it under the box fan I have in my room, so it would set faster. Thats two times iced. I go into my room later, and apparently, this was the day that my fan decided to break, and the fan was resting on top of my cake.

I was about to throw in the towel and not go to class, but decided to ice it one more time. I did, put it in my cake container, and put it up on the counter. Thats THREE times iced.

I take another shower, because I'm covered in icing, and when I come back out into the living room, Jackson is in the kitchen and said, "no, mom, you go away." I knew that couldn't be a good sign. I walked into the kitchen, and my cake container is open and on the floor with a fork stuck in it with big bites taken out, and ...

Caroline literally on top of the cake and up to her elbows in icing. I truly was not meant to make my cake. I laughed, and did what I had to do...

A girl after my mom's heart. :)

...I got a fork, sat down on the kitchen floor, and ate cake! I had to laugh, or else I would cry.

I called my friend Royale, who is taking the class with me, and told her I didn't have a cake, and she told me she had an extra cake she had iced that she would bring for me.

I showed my teacher these pictures, and she wants me to bring one in for her to put on the wall in her classroom.

Needless to say, it didn't turn out exactly how I wanted, but all things considered, atleast I got to go to class and decorate a cake.

My great-grandma, who I never met, made cakes for a living. Taking this class has made me think alot about her. And I know it sounds silly, but it has made me feel closer to her as well. I never knew her, but I feel like now I understand a little more about her.

I had so much fun doing this, and can't wait for course 2