MandiCrocker

CAKE DISASTERS

Occasionally you get a cake order that just goes WRONG. Horribly wrong. It usually happens in 5th grade while attempting a heartfelt cake for dad on Father's Day. You flip the cake over and before it's had a chance to cool, it breaks in half. You try to stick it back together with maple syrup cause you're not the sharpest cheddar in the cheese drawer so you actually think that will work. HA! Not that I've EVER done that.

Or it can happen, you know, after 20 years experience.

The other night my friend Millie (aka: Mills Vanills, General Mills) asked me to do a cake for my 'life class' teacher Candace Silvers. She teaches how human behavior affects our everyday relationships from a more Buddhist perspective? (If you've ever been to her class, you'd know it's SO MUCH MORE than that). Anyway, she's done so much for me especially in regard to how I think about my life and about myself and how NOT to think so much about my life & about myself. :) Anyway, she's been a real gift. In return, it was MY gift to be able to do this cake for her.

Sadly, I do not have pictures to document the future "Drag Me To Hell" events that took place between the hours of 8pm & 4am. Anytime I've ever screwed up on a cake, I've always found some way to make it salvageable with some patience & a little creativity. This cake, however, was a spiritual battle with evil forces I ain't done seen since Poltergeist. This cake needed to be exorcised. But thankfully, love always wins and this event has made a remarkably touching story for all ages! ;)

On a lunch break, I decided to tell the story through some award winning pointillism artwork with a Georges-Pierre Seurat influence. Strange. They came out like stick figures. Hmmm....

Here is how my evening unfolded:

Oooh! Look how happy & excited I am! Many blessing to Candace!

This should have been my first clue.


Martha. My second clue. ;)

There are special places in hell for those silicone pans.

See? Salvageable. Give the cake a little shave & they're almost circular. Sort of.

But there's a lump. "I don't like lumps, Chuck!"

And let the stupidity begin!

Oh, okay! I AM a brilliant domestic goddess. Go me!

OR NOT. And I'm tired.

Foolish resolve.

Did I mention I was already super tired?

And did I mention the panic set in about 2 hours prior?

Did I mention that my mother lives 3,000 miles away & this was a serious problem?

But in a "It was a Christmas miracle!" turn of events, I DID come up with something.

And it even stayed together. :)

Which goes to prove... that a little creativity & love & lack of sleep & headache & nausea can go a LONG way.

When Mills saw the cake, she cried she was so excited. And THAT ladies & germs is what it's all about. :) :) :)

*swoon, swoon*

So "funny." In doing a cake for my teacher who teaches me what worry & panic & a horrible thought process can do to your day/night. Amazing how chaos is where I immediately went to when things started getting rocky.

Are we learning yet? God bless you, Candace.

That's one to grow on! Namaste, dudes.