We’re throwing Phoebe’s fifth birthday party in a dozen hours, and she has graciously requested a Christmas-themed party. I say “gracious,” because this allowed me buy most of the party supplies 1/2-price during after-Christmas sales and gave me a great excuse for procrastinating on the whole taking-down-of-the-decorations thing.
And how have I repaid her? By making her not one, not two, but three decorated Christmas cakes. How hard can it be? I’m a de-sign-er. Creative since birth.
Don't laugh.
Seriously, don't laugh at my mad skillz.
I can totally hear you laughing and it's not even funny.
If Martha Stewart saw this, she’d be huddled in a fetal position, rocking back and forth and muttering to herself. I have my talents, but I don’t think I’m gonna be getting that call from the Ace of Cakes anytime soon.
The best part? You see that snowman outline in brownish-grayish icing? Mixed the color myself. I was all, how do I make brown icing with my four little vials of Adams Extract Food Coloring™? Scratched my head, knuckled down, and put all that color wheel knowledge into action. Realizing only after the damage was done, that I was sitting next to a half a tub of chocolate icing.
D’oh! Brown = chocolate in food language.
I was going to fill the snowman’s hat with crushed chocolate grahams, but now I’m thinkin’ I’ll give myself a pass on that one before I eff it up even worse.
Today’s mantra: It’s made with love, baby.