This whole crazy thing started with sugar. I wanted to be a cake decorator. I wanted to make masterpieces out flour and eggs but it turns out that I hate sticky fingers. I would also equate the staying power of powdered sugar to cock roaches. After a nuclear war there will still be powdered sugar in the crevices of my kitchen. There are also some pretty logical laws in place that prevent people from selling cakes from their home. That is when I moved onto clay. Inedible and blissfully free of any white powdery substances. (doesn't it seem like a lot of dangerous things come in the form of white and powdery?)
But every now and than I get to chance to go back to my roots. I have a cake decorating friend and colleague that was making a cake for Icing Smiles. An organization that makes dream cakes for kids with terminal conditions. She asked me to make some sugar sculptures. The boy is 10 (just like my son) and wanted a War of the Monsters cake.
So I dug out my tools, cutters, colors and -GASP- powdered sugar and got to work. I am rusty. Sugar work is not as forgiving as clay. It dries quickly and cracks easily but I managed to produce a couple of recognizable figures.
Kathy (the cake decorator)who did all of the real work, said she will send me a picture when it is done. She ambitiously made 20 buildings for the monsters to destroy.
Just want to say I am honored to have a small (tiny really) part in this young man's cake and I hope it makes him happy.