Updated: Jan 3, 2021
Hello my little tarts. I wanted to take a minute to introduce myself. I'm a single lady, dog mom to Coco, Aunt Kiki to 5 nieces and nephews and custom sweets maker. In 2021, I'm staring down the barrel of the "you're turning 40!" gun. I don't feel upset by it, but everyone keeps talking about it, so, it's a constant reminder.
Anyway, wanted to give you a little background about getting started with cake decorating.
Growing up, my mom used to make our cakes for us. I think I remember a picture of an Elmo cake she decorated? I can't exactly recall with this old brain of mine. Just kidding. Sort of. But, I digress. I do remember that I didn't really bake growing up. Sure, I could open a cake mix with the best of them and bake it up, and I never almost burnt the house down making blueberry muffins (totally a story I'll tell you at some point...sorry sis!).
So, almost 10 years ago, when my nephew asked me to make a guitar cake for his Rock N Roll party, I wasn't sure how I was going to accomplish it. However, I had been watching Duff from Charm City Cakes, so clearly, I was an expert.
I had baked some things here and there in the past, but never anything that included fondant. Anxiety set in..."It's gonna crack! It's gonna tear! It's gonna taste like crap! It's THE WORST!"
Alas, I pulled the proverbial boot straps up, and I set off to Michael's to purchase some fondant, silver balls and a few tools. Two boxes of cake mix later, I set out to find out how to make icing from scratch. I started to get an idea of how I was going to accomplish it: make a sheet cake and cut out the guitar shape. And that's what I did.
I covered it with black and white fondant and used the silver balls to write out KISS on top of the cake. And I was soooo nervous to bring the cake in to the Y. The kids were rock climbing and roller skating and let's face it, kids hold nothing back so I was really worried. Heart beating and feeling like I was going to pass out, the kids looked on and the oohs and ahhs started. Big sigh of relief.
There was still the taste though. I certainly couldn't have messed up the cake mix, right? And that chocolate buttercream I made had to be yummy, right?
We sang Happy Birthday and started cutting and dishing out the cake, and surprise! All the kids loved it. Huge sigh