Do you remember old passions that you used to enjoy but depression has tarnished? I do. I used to be a keen cupcake decorator, complete with a signature swirl, so much so I had my own business, just a hobby on the side and it really floated my creative boat.
Well recently, a friend and I decided that we would do a cake decorating course to make a smooth crisp Edge with fondant icing and a rice paper flower. We were in! The day arrived and would you believe an hour into class there was a blackout! Yep no electricity on a gloomy Australian day! We persisted with what daylight we had available to us but it was very limiting!!
Ganaching is a term for getting many layers of icing around the cake to make the outside of the cake. I thought this was a one time exercise but no, we must have ganached this cake eight times by the time we were through, standing above the cake, standing below the cake, it truly is an art form and to be honest it was one I was out of shape for. I required so much of the cake demonstrators time to help me that I joked it was ‘our cake’ because truly it was!
Just when I thought the torture was over we had to roll out the fondant and go through the process of smoothing it onto the ganached cake. I sat down to put piping gel onto my cake when all of a sudden I had the sensation of falling. My chair had been pushed backwards. Phew, my cake and I were both saved.
The instructor guided me to place the fondant on my own cake and I let her do the rest. My body was exhausted, I’d reached my limit, I wanted to crawl back into my bed and have some escape from this cake. When I excused myself from the class the instructor handed me a cake box, an unmade cake box. I left it behind as my cake and I ran away into the night. I was over it, so OVER it!!! I vowed that I would never ganache a cake again, I’m closing the door on cake decorating forever. I am DONE………