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When I was little, I would drag a chair across the kitchen floor ... careful to avoid scratching the wood planks. I would shimmy up onto our precariously narrow countertop, and risk grievous bodily injury in pursuit of Mama’s top-shelf-tucked treasured pots of Wilton food coloring paste. With said colors, I would tint my after-school glass of milk purple, or green, or orange, or pink.
Mama took a cake decorating class at the downtown Frederick & Nelson so she could make magical birthday cakes for my sister and me. The first palette knife cake work I ever witnessed was hers ... and yes, I do possess that same knife! I studied art and art history in school, then spent those college years decorating cakes in grocery store bakeries and in a handful of local mom and pops. Nowadays, I hobby bake for content. I make cakes that no one would likely order IRL ... ... and that's the way I like it. |
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