And There Was Cake Rejoicing

At least, I assume there was. After a week of post-work cake making, I delivered the three cakes to the hotel where the Winter Ball was being held. My first real notion that I had succeeded came when the hotel doorman, a lovely, cheery gay man in a pith helmet, suggested that he might be willing to switch teams and come home with me if I'd promise to make cake for him all the time. Wheeling the cakes through the halls to the refreshment area for the Winter Ball, adults kept wanting to follow me, duckling-like. And from what I hear, the kids were happy and there were hardly any left overs.


The cakes are (from left to right) chocolate with peppermint buttercream, fondant, and crushed peppermint candies; red velvet with cream cheese frosting; and yellow cake with vanilla buttercream and fondant.

Last night my feet hurt so much I kept making little noises as I sat playing computer solitaire. Today, after light shopping, a workshop, and dinner, I am much happier. And no more cake until Thursday evening.