February Cakes

I absolutely adore making cakes. Actually, that's not true, I love decorating cakes. Baking has never been my favorite. Hopefully when I go to Culinary Arts school, I'll learn how to actually make something yummy to put underneath all the layers of frosting and fondant and food coloring and such. But till then, the cuteness will have to make up for the boring old boxed cake mix. Speaking of Culinary Arts school, I'm going. In the Fall (or maybe Spring). In Utah. And I can't wait! While I'm there, in Provo, with so many crazy Mormons getting married left and right (p.s. I too am a crazy Mormon), I hope to make a little extra money by making wedding cakes. But since I've never taken a class or anything, and I've only experimented a few times, with mixed results, I think I need a little practice first. So starting now, I'm going to try to make at least 2 cakes a month. Maybe 3 or 4, if I can find enough people/events to make them for. And once a month, I'll post pictures. So, without further ado, here's February's cakes:

Actually, this is the one and only cake I've ever made not from a box, but that was mostly because I didn't remember I had to make it until the morning of my sis's surprise birthday party and had no way to get to the store to by a mix.

It turned out to be quite a fiasco—not at all because of the recipe, which is marvelous—but by some miracle still ended up tasting alright even after cooking for almost twice as long as it was supposed to.

The weekend prior was my nephew's 5th birthday. He specifically requested his cake to be "Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head holding hands because they're in love." Just disregard Mrs.'s ear falling off and Mr.'s wonky eye. The frosting was quite runny and slippery. Again, a fiasco with the actual cooking side of things. Hmm, I'm not sounding like a good candidate for cooking school, am I? I promise I do an ok job when I actually know what I'm doing, I just have a nasty habit of trying new things that go completely wrong with not nearly enough time to fix them on the days when it actually matters, like for birthdays.

But the kiddos didn't seem to mind.