The weekend leading up to today's change didn't allow for a lot of dwelling on the new life I've embarked on today. Nope. It was all about the baking. I had promised two wedding cakes to people, even after vowing that I was going to cut my cake-baking obligations markedly and actually find time to have a life outside my 9-5. But, they asked...which is all it seems to take to convince me to contribute my efforts toward someone's special day. The first cake was for a young housekeeper at work, who asked me to bake a wedding cake for his small wedding reception. At first I told him I didn't have time, but later thought about it, and realized that I could handle it. It wasn't going to be a huge cake...I could do it. Then a friend of a friend called and asked for a cake the same weekend, and as long as I was baking up a storm, what are a few more tiers? I baked days in advance, wrapping and freezing layers, and only removing from the freezer the morning of the weddings, when I got up at 6 a.m. and methodically constructed cake 1, and then cake 2. Cake 2 required a bit of fondant work, and I did most of that the night before. Anyway, cakes were crumb coated, frosted, stuck with dowels, stacked, and decorated in a flurry. I loaded each one into my car and delivered them on time (if you were behind a cute little Mazda 3 going 10 torturous mph on major roads in Saratoga this weekend, that might've been me).
Here are the fruits of this weekend's labor:
|Cake # 2|
I've never tackled two wedding cakes in one weekend before, and I won't be doing that again! It's an awful lot of work, but it was worth it when I saw the beaming smiles on the brides' faces. They loved them!