Friday, December 11, 2009
I Wish I Could Blame This Cake On Pain Medication...
...but I think we all know full well, I'd do this cold sober.
He does look awfully sad though.
You know how it is, one day you're sitting around looking at the bag of store-brand pretzels no one liked, and the next thing you know, you're ramming them into the baked likeness of a porcupine. I know it isn't just me, that happens to everyone at some time or another.
And would you look how festive the leftover ganache is once you turn it into truffles? I mean, come on. Yes sir, those are some festive truffles.
In truth, I wanted to try baking something in my old Fire King bowls to get an idea how well it will work for the flying saucer cake next week. I had five egg yolks to use up, and the cake took exactly that. I love when that happens, don't you?
The baking in bowls went amazingly well, given that I still feel like a zombie. I have a good number of the cookies decorated (about 25 small tanks, the Capitol building (that came out amazingly well) and Gort) so even with being sick, I'm still (sort-of) on schedule. Tonight I'm making the Washington Monument out of sugar cubes after the kid goes to sleep. I'm still not sure what to do for the crowd of people. Mr. Eat The Blog suggested Mike and Ikes as sort of abstract people in the crowd, but I'm leaning toward sugar paste. I might change my mind after fifty or so little sugar paste people. Anyway, I'm still open to ideas if anyone has them.
I call first on the porcupine arse!