Yesterday, I made a vanilla cake stuffed with raspberry buttercream and covered in vanilla buttercream. And painted pale pink cherry blossoms over it for a couple in my husband's office who had just gotten engaged. Really--I'm that nice. I bake cakes for my husband's coworkers.
Last night, we were watching Ace of Cakes on the Food Network and I couldn't help but notice how steady Duff Goldman's hands were as he painted an outline on the side of a cake. I enviously pointed this out to my husband who replied, "you never see a cup of coffee in his store, do you?"
At that moment, we both looked down at our shaking hands and I thought, "whatever. I am not trading coffee for cake decorating." I've given up quite enough, thank you. Including that second 16-ounce cup. Great--leave it to me to choose a skill that sucks away all the joy from life...
I mean, except for the joy of eating homemade cake.
Photos as per Tara's request... (damn I wish I hadn't taken them against my dining room table cloth)