I am not a cake boss

I am not a cake boss…

I consider myself a pretty good cook.  In fact, my husband will attest that I can fix a great meal!  I love trying new recipes (whether they turn out or not), and most foods do not scare me.  We all have a list of careers that we would like to try.  A gourmet chef is one of mine. 

With that being said, there is a difference in being a good cook and a good baker.  A good baker, I am not!  There’s just too much measuring and exactness for me.  Baking takes WAY too much patience.  Cooking, I can be creative.  A pinch of this, a dash of that…Voila!!!  A mouthwatering masterpiece that can please a crowd.  A pinch of this and dash of that when you bake, and your cake…may just blow up in your face.

I know this, so why am I making yet another failed baking attempt???

Mauldin’s first birthday is this weekend, and with my Martha Stewart, I can do it all, attitude, I decided that I would make the cake!  Not just any cake mind you, a Buzz Lightyear Rocketship Cake.  I looked online at some ideas, found a couple, and printed out what I needed.  How hard could it be?!?  I’ve seen several friends make their children’s birthday cakes, and they turned out beautiful.  If they can do it…Surely I can. 

I had a whole scenario played out in my mind.  Guest would come in to our sparkling clean home and admire Mauldin’s Buzz Lightyear Rocketship cake. “Who made that?” they would ask me with a tone of awe in their voice.  Modestly, I would smile and say, “Oh, I whipped it up last night.  It was actually really easy.”

WRONG!!!

Guaranteed, I have all the right equipment.  I have the #1 Wilton cake pan, a carton of icing dye, a cake decorating funnel and tips, and a wonderful buttercream icing recipe.  Unfortunately, equipment doesn’t make the cake.

After TWO failed attempts at the rocket cake, I have decided to wave my white flag.  Normally, this would have resulted in a mini-breakdown, ice cream, and tears.  Not this time.  This time, I feel relieved.  Mauldin will enjoy his first birthday without his homemade birthday cake and I doubt he will need therapy later on because his mom just can’t pipe a star.

I am not a Cake Boss and I’m not Martha Stewart.  Thank God for Publix!!!

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