Monday, June 14, 2010
You may be tempted, but please do not steal the name of our bakery: Ugly Delicious.
I baked this cake.
And I "decorated" it.
How's that for honest?
I mean seriously. Would anyone want to admit that they woke up and decided "I think I will bake a beautiful, tiered cake in honor of my son's birthday. I will make real buttercream frosting and set the cake on a very pretty dish. I will use a pastry bag, so the frosting comes out in lovely flourishes. And I know to be careful about keeping the crumbs out of the frosting… I learned that in the cake decorating class Alex and I took." And then share the hideous results?
Yes, that's right. I took a class to get this good. These are not the results of natural skills alone. This is achieved with time under the tutelage of a professional cake decorator.
Don't blame the professional. She was good.
And it has not escaped my notice, the really important questions: The whys:
Why bake a cake?
Why not let Costco employees do what they were born to do, which is to make big, cheap, delicious cakes?
Why buttercream frosting?
Why not pie?
Why harbor and nurture the fantastically absurd dream of being a clever-lovely-gifted cake decorator? Why?
Clever-lovely-gifted cake decorator?
It is not my destiny. I see that.
But I couldn't just walk away.
I should have walked away.
Other things should have been accomplished… could have been accomplished.
Priorities. It's a word. I should learn it. Then set some.
I am ashamed.
And slightly amused.
And confused… why do I care? Why do I want to make, bake, sew, sow, sing, dance, quote, equate, dictate, lactate, paint, decorate… ? And please, if I am a big achiever, why not set useful goals, like "unpack house," "go to Post Office," "floss," "clean desk?"
William, Alex, Max, and Maria each decorated their own cupcake. The cake-cake we are saving for when Geoff comes home, because he would be really sad if he missed the birthday candle. I think it's like the one Gretchen told me about, and if it works, we are not going to care what the cake looks like. I found it for a lot less at the market. I hope it's not inferior. I am counting on a thrilling, eye-catching cake topper-show stopper!
So, Alex named our bakery. Ugly Delicious. Everything is baked with love, and an honest attempt at beauty, but without any real ability to achieve decorator mastery. And most importantly everything is delicious, and thanks to Trader Joes' dye-free and convenient mix, it was easy to whip-up.