A certain little girl is going to be four soon and I have it in my head that I want to make her one of those beautiful ruffled-icing cakes. We are having a small family party next weekend, but she’s got to have a cake! The funny thing is, no one else cares what kind of cake there is. I’m the one who wants to try my hand at baking and decorating her cake. So, I decided to practice yesterday, and after baking a cake with a bored four-year-old and a tired seven-month-old, I ran out of patience and threw in the towel after trying to wrangle a baby and a bag of icing. I couldn’t get the tip to stay on the icing bag, the icing was runny and the ruffles were not so ruffly, and Molly just wanted to lick the bowl.
I spread a ton of icing on top of the cake and called it a day.
However, Molly declared it the best cake ever. (The icing is peach for my Peach. Jim was worried it was going to be peach flavored and was incredibly relieved to taste it and discover it was buttercream!)
Take that, ruffled cakes everywhere.
I don’t have time to figured out ruffled icing…I have a fabric bunting to make! Ha!