Only one more cake to go. I'm at my friend Kit's house and have been since Wednesday night, and she is making a wedding cake. We have baked. We have frosted. We have tasted. (or at least, I have, since she can't eat wheat.) We have despaired. We have tried again. We have become sick of frosting. I personally consider sugar, cake, and frosting to be the bane of humanity. At least when you have to taste each batch of frosting. We've used seven pounds of butter just for frosting. And since its a white cake, we've struggled with the cakes themselves. White cakes, I gather, taste worse, are harder to make and less moist than others. We had though one where the inside was very moist. Kit's sister Ant said it would make a good pudding. We deduced we hadn't cooked it enough and maybe we needed to add a little white flour to the cake mix. Fortunatly, we finished. Then we had to bake two layers each for two side cakes. But they were chocolate, so they turned out fine. (except for one...) Then we had to deal with how to put a pattern of three evenly spaced dots around the outside of the cake. We debated the merits of a paper stencil and marker. We sat and thought. We talked through several ideas. "We could use lace," I suggested. Kit stared at me across the table. "So we could," she said, and off we went to find some that would work. We decided eyelet lace would work best. We went to the fabric store and found some. Then we went to find ice cream.
While we frosted and Ant ironed, we watched US Marshals. Since we have all seen it several times (it being a favorite) it was easy to listen and frost at the same time. I'm taking the bus back home tomorrow. After we set up the cake at the reception. All for now. Bedtime is definitely here.
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