|Clearly, this is my mantra.|
I agree with everything this woman writes, too, @ Hyperbole and a Half.
|Blue frosting is from the delightful Dough Boy|
Purple frosting courtesy of the monopolists at Wilton
|I know, LOOK AT HOW AWESOME MY SHELLS ARE.|
Wilton (again, the purple) frosting offered me an extreme amount of control and precision.
Control- one of my favorite words in the English language (yep, that's another red flag if you're keeping count).
|That icing sad face is the face of true shame, y'all.|
|Please tell me you can read that.|
I'm feeling really good about myself and the progress I've made in a very brief amount of time. If you know me, you know if I don't pick something up and I'm not immediately awesome at it (looking at you, beer pong, guitar, and manual transmissions), I tend to never want to do it again. I knew I could NOT let that happen here, but learning a few tips and tricks along the way has surely kept my fervor for caking alive. I am finally ready to bake a couple smaller cakes. I spent last night imaging how I wanted to decorate them and came up with a picture in my head. But true to overachieving (nay, crazy) form, I wanted a "practice cake" to ice...so I found something similarly shaped to a cake today and went for it:
|Your eyes do not deceive you...that is, in fact, iced Tupperware.|
|Ya know, the pink thingies.|
|I may not be able to paint with all the colors of the wind, but I damn sure can frost with them.|
P.S. Is it normal to have a mild panic attack when you can't find your wine opener? The other night I couldn't find Giuseppe (yes, I have taken to calling my wine opener Giuseppe), and I thought the end was nigh. Or worse, when all I wanted was a nice glass of Pinot Grigio, I was going to have to settle for beer. Maybe Giuseppe needs his own drawer so this doesn't ever happen again.