Chirky

For the past few weeks, I've been taking a cake decorating class. This shouldn't come as much of a surprise, considering my love for making cakes. I have a ton more than I've ever chronicled on this site, and I figured it was time to up the ante and learn the Proper Way to Decorate.

Originally I thought the class was a little beneath my skill level, consider we're learning how to make stars and drop flowers, and HELLO, I already taught myself to do that. But after this last lesson, what I learned was that I made up how to do it, and I have no technical skill whatsoever. I do not do things properly. And I am okay with that! I didn't do math problems properly in high school or college either, but I still got to the same answer! (Most of the time.) Isn't that what counts? I say that's what counts.

The problem is that I work from home, so I really don't have anywhere to take these cakes once they're finished. And Roger works for a boutique design agency, and it took them an entire week to eat the last cake I made - there just aren't as many people as there is cake. So I end up with a plethora of cakes surrounding me, begging to be eaten, and my thighs refuse to do ALL of that eating. True story.

This week I made a classic yellow cake with buttercream icing. It's a simple, playful thing, in primary colors, with two cute little clowns on top and a decorative border. Also, check out that striped icing - I'm so fancy!

Do you want this cake? I will give you this cake. I have not even eaten one piece of this cake! That is maybe the true miracle.

If you live (or work) anywhere between downtown Dallas and Frisco, I will deliver this cake to you. As long as you are not creepy. (Please let me know if you are creepy.) Share it with lots of your co-workers - you can even take credit for it, I don't mind! - and they will love you forever. (And in this economy, don't we all need to be loved a little?) (Answer: Yes.) (Other answer: You want the cake.)