It’s been a while since I made a cake, so I decided that since I had a few free hours this morning, I’d bake one up (and try a new gluten-free white cake recipe) and decorate it.
About four hours later, I had this:
I also had this:
After it was all done, I remembered why I hadn’t made a cake in a while: The photos above are just a portion of the shit I have to clean up after the whole rigmarole. Because after meticulously coloring icing and piping buttercream flowers for several hours, the thing you REALLY want to do is clean a million bowls and spatulas and tiny decorating tips with an equally tiny little brush.
I wish I could get someone to do all the clean-up for me. I would pay them in cake. Or if they didn’t like cake, jellybeans. I mean, we’d work out some kind of exchange. What I wouldn’t give just to walk away from the resulting disaster sitting in my kitchen after a cake-making extravaganza.