Ace of cakes
As I was cleaning up the excess I trimmed off to level my dad's birthday cake (by eating it) I came to a final conclusion regarding something I had been suspecting for a while:
I hate cake.
I hate icing too.
Eating it makes me queasy. I think making (and subsequently eating) cakes for my classes, holidays, and parties every week for the past two and a half months has taken its toll on me. I still love baking and decorating them, and sketch out designs constantly. I dream about cakes. I just can't eat them. I think it's a good thing I didn't decide to go back to school to become a pastry chef, because I'd end up hating all desserts, and that would be very bad.
At least one birthday and several (paid!) graduation orders ahead. I don't know how Duff Goldman does it. This shit is tiring. :o)
I need a cake vacation.
I hate cake.
I hate icing too.
Eating it makes me queasy. I think making (and subsequently eating) cakes for my classes, holidays, and parties every week for the past two and a half months has taken its toll on me. I still love baking and decorating them, and sketch out designs constantly. I dream about cakes. I just can't eat them. I think it's a good thing I didn't decide to go back to school to become a pastry chef, because I'd end up hating all desserts, and that would be very bad.
At least one birthday and several (paid!) graduation orders ahead. I don't know how Duff Goldman does it. This shit is tiring. :o)
I need a cake vacation.