I don’t know if I even want to talk about this. It’s bad…it’s really bad.
So, last weekend, I did a wedding cake for a friend of mine. I baked all of the cakes and they turned out beautiful…moist and perfect. Then, I made a big batch of buttercream…again, perfect. I crumb coat my cakes, smooth out the finishing coating and start putting that puppy together. As I’m stacking this cake, all that I could think was, “Man, this cake is looking GREAT!”
See, you think that this story is going well, don’t you? Take a seat, my friend, because this story is about to take a nasty turn.
As I start decorating the top tier of my cake, I turn my cake plate around and BAM! The back of the cake is leaning…BIG TIME! So, I take a deep breath and think, “No, problem, I’ll just lift it up a bit with a little piece of cardboard.” Well, not only did my little trick fail miserably…I only made it worse. I’m really starting to freak out now. My cake is looking absolutely awful.
I have posted about my wonderful mother in the past. She used to do wedding cakes when I was younger. And being my rock, I decided to give my mama a call. Oh, my poor mother. She did NOT know what she was getting into when she answered the phone. At this point, I am in full panic mode, with tears and all. So, I explain to her what happened and then take a ton of pictures and send them to her to see for herself.
After, a quick examination, she calls me back and tells me how to fix it. She told me that I needed to TAKE THE CAKE APART, reinforce the bottom tier, and put it back together. Are you kidding me? Do you know how stressful it is to take a three tiered cake apart and put it back together, without totally destroying the whole cake?!?! As you can see, it was a total disaster.
After one too many f* bombs, threats of never doing another cake in my life, and many, many tears, I finally finished the cake. Everything turned out well and you would have never known the hell that the cake had been though. But I do…and that cake will haunt me for the rest of my life.
That, my friend, is what you call a Cake-Tastrophe.