So, for light relief, I ended up making ginger and banana cakes for Zac's tonight. Any leftover will go on to be in lunches later on in the week.
I don't know if the ginger is meant to be sunk in the middle but let's say it is.
Listened to Dr Finlay's Casebook and Mrs Miniver while cooking. I never liked Dr Finlay when he was on television but am enjoying the radio series. I've not read Mrs Miniver but apparently the success of her weekly articles in the Times, I believe, is what led to the film starring Greer Garson. (That's an unusual name, Greer.) It's a completely different life in Mrs Miniver's world. A life of boarding school, and teas laid out ready for you when you return home after a hard day's shopping.
But's that a distraction. What I was going to write about - I have finished my bible study prep and I'm just going to have to read from my notes because I don't have time to memorise it all - was cake.
An about-to-be-bride wrote on Twitter about her intention to make her own cake, and how she's changed her mind now she's practised.
I made the wedding cakes for both Daughter and Elder Son.
I made and decorated Elder Son's, again a simple design. (Though on reflection I should have flung fewer petals over it.)
So I made the cake and that was fine. I planned to frost it the evening before the wedding - and that was where it all went wrong.
For some reason I could not get the cream cheese frosting to the right consistency. You'd think it would be simple but it was either too thick, too thin, too sweet, too lemony. At 11 pm I gave up and poured runny icing over the cake. The next morning I sent it to the venue with the instructions it was to be kept in the kitchen, and cut up and served only as required. It was not to be put on display.
The morning of the wedding I also had to pop into town to buy a handbag to use. You can rely on me to be well-organised.
9 comments:
Those cakes look great. My Mom was a cake decorator so she did both sisters' wedding cakes, baked them, too. Three storeys or whatever they're called, with those little platforms between the cakes.
She had died before I was married, so my cake was a wedding gift from my best friend's mom. Consumable gifts are the best!
Nice job on all the cakes!
I had to think, Boud - tiers?
Thanks both.
And now I want cake even more than I did a minute ago when I read your last post.
Your cake mishap isn't too bad really. When my sister married, Mom was driving my sister, myself and Dad from the farm to the church in the small town nearby. We were running late and when the neighbour's dog ran out on the road in front of us, mom didn't slow down at all and the poor thing was killed (hopefully immediately as we didn't stop to check). I always said it was a bad omen and, no, the marriage didn't last.
I don't think I could make a cake for my own wedding I'd be terrified it would go wrong
The Road To Rome pilgrimage was BBC 1 Sunday, it will be on iplayer.
Tiers, yes, that's it! Thank you. I'd tried layers, stacks and various things before I gave up and said storeys!
Sorry, Ann!
Oh no, Maebeme!
Thanks, Chris. I'll check for it.
Excellent solution to your carrot cake problem, Liz.
My mom made my elder brother's and my (first) wedding cakes. Don't remember if she made younger brother's, but she probably did. For our second marriage, Hunky Husband and I sampled several cakes at bakeries in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and settled on two different, single-layer cream cakes from the Black Forest Bakery. Gave my mom a rest as she was 74 by that time and coming 600 miles by train.
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