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Friday, June 9, 2017

Celebrating Dads . . and Summer!

It's June.  Spoken as someone who was born in the Northeast, raised in the Midwest, and now continues to live here, let me just say: Thank God.  My digits are finally beginning to thaw.  And it wasn't even a bad winter!  I can just see all the real troopers out there in Iowa, Wisconson, and the Dakotas rolling their collective eyes at my fragility.  I mean, it's practically tropical out here in Ohio in comparison.  But yet -- it is June, and I am happy.  Another thing that brings me joy? The fact that I'm going to be able to spend Father's Day with my dad.  And in honor of that very special occasion, I'd like to share a cake from a Father's Day past.  A sprinkly vibrant concoction in honor of that special father-daughter bond.

This was a standard bulked up cake-mix cake.  The real fun came with decoration.  This is a great technique for any birthday or celebration cake.  And of course, for anyone who loves sprinkles.

Make sure the cake is on a cake board before frosting.  After frosted, pop another cake board on top of the cake.  Yes, on top of the icing.  Relax, it won't hurt it.

Then, depending on how messy you want to get your kitchen (and how long your countertop is) you have a couple of options.  You can either coat your countertop with sprinkles, making sure to cover a length at least as long as the circumference of the cake. (So for a six inch like mine -- 20 inches should be fine.)  Width should be equal to the height of the cake.

For those of you who are having a stroke right now at the thought of the millions of little sprinkles getting into every nook and cranny of your kitchen, here is the second way. (Which is the way I did it -- mainly because my husband also almost had a stroke when I told him how I planned to do it -- the first way.)

Fill the bottom of a large sheet pan with sprinkles.  Get the largest sheet pan that you have available. When you've coated the bottom of the pan, turn the cake on its side by gripping the cake by the two cake boards.  Then ROLL the cake from one end of the pan to the other.  Depending on how long your pan is, you may have to pick the cake up and redo whatever side hasn't been covered.

See, no muss, no fuss.  But, the other way would have been so much more fun. . .

Finally, place the cake right-side-up within the tray of sprinkles and dish them over the top.

I used some white fondant to shape 3D letters and put them on cutouts of daisies.

There you have it -- a fairly simple cake to make and enjoy with your dad.  I certainly enjoyed it with my dad!  And even though I don't have a cake ready for this Fathers Day, at least we can enjoy the memory of it together!

Friday, June 2, 2017

And They Lived Happily Ever After. . .

A couple weeks ago, I had the immense pleasure of attending my little brother's wedding.  It was a full-fledged Indian affair -- an almost a week long festivity, chock-full of vibrant colors, mouth-watering foods, and a near-constant atmosphere of delightful ebullience. A perfect celebration of love and a promising start to their "Happily Ever After."  It's really wonderful to attend a wedding of someone you love, while not actually being the one getting married. You get to fully immerse yourself in the experience, while experiencing not a bit of the actual stress.  Which is one of the reasons why, when asked if I would make the wedding cake -- I said 'no.'  It actually broke my heart a little.  Because if there is anyone in the world who I would love to make a wedding cake for, it's my little brother.  But after taking a moment to really, really think it through, I realized that: a) I didn't want to be responsible for the potential food poisoning of 300 people and b) I really didn't want to be the one that ruined the wedding if something horrible happened in either the composition, transit, or placement (or all three) of the cake. So I decided on a compromise.  I'd make a dummy cake.  Still a little stressful in that the final product would have to be as close to perfect as possible (and anyone who has read this blog over the past few years knows that that's not a given -- ever.) But at least it's slightly less stroke-inducing to transport sturdy styrofoam cake tiers over 200 miles than tender fluffy layers of cake (not to mention the sheets of slippery buttercream.) I also wouldn't have to worry about that food-poisoning thing. (I'm the type-A sibling, if anyone had any doubts about that.) And most importantly, I'd still be doing something special for my very special brother -- he sang at my wedding, and I had already resigned myself to the fact that I'd never be able to top that (if you've ever been unfortunate enough to hear me karaoke you would whole-heartedly agree) -- but this was something small that I could do at least.

The cake was to be in the "love-story" style.  It first was featured a year or two ago, and had become very popular, since the story of the couple can be (very briefly) told in the illustrations on the tiers. My brother and his fiancee (now wife) met while in college and dated when in medical school.  They got engaged during a post graduation celebratory trip while in Prague, and now were getting married.  Obviously, (very) abridged version -- but there's only so much you can fit on cake. The tiers were covered in a red fondant with a gold splash finish to go with the wedding colors, and, while love-story cakes typically use black Mexican gumpaste to create the story silhouettes, I went with white to create more of a contrast.   Lastly, were the almost half a dozen sugar flowers to crown the monogrammed top tier (made of about a million petals, give or take).

After all of that even, I still managed to break a petal off of one of the flowers while transporting the cake to Michigan (which my perfectionist husband, insisted -- no really -- insisted I fix -- even though it was in the back of the cake, and no one at all would have seen it.  I mean I have 20/15 vision, I made the thing and I freakin' didn't even notice it!) And then in an entirely unexpected twist of fate (as they always are,) the rear window in my Jeep decided to independently roll itself down and refuse to go back up.  Not sure how many of you have driven in Michigan but the expressway may as well be the Michigan International Speedway since everyone thinks they're driving for NASCAR. (Including me -- I mean, don't get me wrong, MI drivers are the most skilled best-est in the world and I love them, but this just wasn't the greatest time.) But in spite of the wind tunnel that was my car, the cake managed to get to the venue unharmed.  And I got to celebrate the fantastic event that was the wedding, while focusing all my energy on admiring the lovely bride and groom!

Courtesy of Rosy and Shaun Wedding Photography