I'm making a wedding cake this week, god help me.
Thankfully, I have a large workspace, for the first time in my adult life.
Thankfully, I'm not the the contact; I lack the, let's say, people skills necessary for dealing with mind-changing brides.
Thankfully, the heatwave has passed.
Thankfully, I've got my health.
Unfortunately, it's still hot.
Unfortunately, I no longer work in a professional kitchen, a generous one that lets me place wholesale orders and lends me turntables and 12" cake pans.
Unfortunately, I suspect I'm losing money.
Unfortunately, my week is shot.
The cake, regardless, will be delicious, with labor divided between me and my partner. She'll make a dense chocolate cake filled with ganache and frosted with vanilla buttercream, while I'll be making, as afore reported, an orange-scented cake with cardamom pastry cream (pretty wintry flavors, in my opinion, but I put it on the menu, so I take the blame. The bride neglected to order, however, the berries I had wished to pair it with- and she can't be talked into them... back away from the issue, Maura, just back away).
The design is basic: flowers (we haven't been informed of what kind- let's hope the florist has!), beaded border, swiss dots, and three stacked tiers assembled onsite.
It's supposed to be fresh-faced and sweet. Lord knows if I'll be!