Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Recently, the museum had been going through changes.
Recently, the staff and their families were given a big "Thank You!". The museum threw an Employee Appreciation Party, and I was afforded the honor of making a Museum Replica cake for the celebration!! It was a fun and wonderful project!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Hey, it is Halloween after all! We can become anything we want on that day!!
The creator of this recipe is Natalie R. Riggin
It was the 2nd Grand Prize Winner in the Pillsbury Bakeoff in 1956
The link to the original recipe
Thank you Natalie. This has been a family favorite for years!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
This year, knowing exactly what to expect, I was more fully able to appreciate the experience. I spent much time admiring the incredible entries of so many creative and talented decorators. I snapped photos until the battery in my camera died. I didn't get photos of all the entries, and unfortunately am still looking through discs ( yes, I said discs--compact discs---that my ancient camera requires) trying to find photos of cakes that I was sure I had captured, but haven't located.
Here are a few of the photos I do have and would love to share...just a teeny weeny part of this incredible show!
The theme of the Wedding Cake Competition this year was "Sea and Shore". The entries for this were stunning and exquisite. The Winner of the Grand Prize was Mercedes Strachwsky. This photograph just doesn't capture the magnificence of this cake! It had a coral reef with unbelievable detail, beautiful mermaids on the sides, a lovely and perfect color palette, dainty piping and a fabulous design flow. It was hard to take my eyes off this creation because there was so much to see. A Prize well deserved!
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.