Reader and commenter Susan sent this photo (via Cakewrecks)–and that about sums it up for me today. I’m up to my neck in unmarked papers, unreviewed manuscripts, and unblurbed books, all of which need my attention immediatement, but I’m trying to achieve a barbie-like smiling serenity about it all.
I was a big fan of doll cakes as a little girl–I think I had at least a few when I was growing up. My mother was a big Wilton cake method devotee–her favorite tube was the star, and she’d spend hours painstakingly baking and decorating my brother’s and my birthday fantasies to order with thousands of tiny, squeezed on stars. This made for a busy, hand-exhausting week for her at the end of every summer, since our birthdays were only one week apart. I remember a clown, a teddy bear, doll cakes, and once a cake sliced and decorated to look like a rainbow emerging from the clouds. I think my brother ordered a lot of baseball cakes.
But, I never learned the skillz–I’m a much more effective cake purchaser than a cake baker or decorator. I bought one of those castle-shaped bundt pans a few years ago, and both times I used it half the cake stuck in the pan. I Pammed the hell out of it before pouring in the batter, but it still stuck. Aside from a few different kinds of Christmas cookies, that’s about the extent of my baking attempts in the past decade.