I am a fairly laid back, roll with the punches type of gal, not overly emotional or high strung, so I'm not sure why this did a number on me, but here's how it went down. Take it in the humorous light in which it is intended.
Today’s story would have to be titled The Cake Disaster (or Why I Am Not in Charge of Parties)
Our preacher's daughter wanted just a small cake reception following worship time on Sunday to honor her parents' 45th wedding anniversary. Something small and simple. She asked if I’d could order a decorated cake. She wanted it to be a surprise for them, and she couldn't pull it off without some help. No problem. It's just cake. How hard can it be? Wedding color was aqua. Bridal bouquet was yellow roses. Bridesmaids carried daisies.
I went to one of my two bakery choice options – apparently the wrong one – and ordered a cake with white frosting, light aqua piping around the borders with yellow roses and daisies. Regular cake decorator is on vacation, back-up decorator doesn't do flowers, but says she can do roses. Fine. I'm flexible. We'll go with that.
When I picked up the cake, the piping was GREEN, as in nearly kelly green, the writing (Happy 45th Anniversary) looked like it had been written by a 4th grader, was squished off center, the base layer of white frosting wasn't smooth, and the “roses” were little globs of yellow frosting with little globs of green frosting that I presume was supposed to be rosebuds and leaves, but it was hard to tell. What a disappointment. Clearly my expectation exceeded reality. I could have cried, and I'm not much of a crier.
Go to flower shop to pick up a small bud vase of daisies and a yellow rose so at least something looks relatively nice for the day.
While waiting for the flowers, I formulate Plan B: no problem, I can fix this. I’ll just pick up some simple cake decorating supplies and take care of the cake at home. Easy, right?
Plan B: Go home, remove the green piping. So far, so good. Smooth out the awful writing, which gave me a cool aqua background (mix the green with enough white and it gives an aqua tint). Mix the removed green piped frosting with more white frosting to get the aqua color and attempt to re-pipe an edging back on the cake using substandard, make-shift tools (a ziploc baggie and cheap icing tips).
Attempt to pipe “Happy 45th Anniversary” with the yellow can of frosting (like cheese-whiz comes in).
Clearly I have overestimated my cake decorating abilities… (I'm starting to have more compassion for the substitute cake decorator.) Nearly cry again. Hubby makes his exit.
Not sure what to do. Seems like a good time to take a break. Write an explanation and apology e-mail to preacher's daughter. Turn on Pandora radio to old hymns, take a deep breath and take some time to calm down.
Formulate Plan C.
Plan C: Use the aqua frosting and just frost the sides with the tinted frosting. No piping. It looks okay. Fill a Ziploc baggie with yellow frosting and a writing tip. Attempt to write Happy 45th Anniversary with that – goes much better, maybe 5th grade level script, so an improvement regardless, and it is centered on the cake. Pipe a squiggly edging around the top and call it a day. Do nothing with the rosebud blobs. Stick cake back in box and in the fridge. Clean up kitchen. Call it a day.
Who'd have thought this little thing would nearly put me under the pile?
Side note: In the midst of all this, my rational mind realized how truly insignificant this problem was in light of truly major life crises like random violence, cancer or grief, and that the preacher and his wife would not care a bit about shoddy cake decorating, but my apparently my emotions had flipped the override button on my rational mind.
I'm blaming the renegade emotions on a rattlesnake incident from earlier in the week, but that's another story...