We took dinner over to our friend last weekend and Ryan suggested that we should make a cake since it's her birthday this weekend. So, we got some 6" cake pans and I dragged out my great-grandmother's decorating kit. I'm a little afraid of the pastry bags since they're some kind of fabric and could be 100 years old. Or 50.
Look at all those tips! And I even have her recipe for buttercream. The back side of the card has another recipe that she wrote in pencil is awful.
I used my mom's recipe (butter, vanilla, confectioner's sugar, and milk) and forgot the proportions and ended up with too much milk, so it was very soft. Oh, and all the cocoa made it almost purple it was so dark. YUM!
I didn't have the time to let everything cool/harden enough so the third layer didn't take. As in, it slid off like the cake in the Disney Sleeping Beauty movie. I started to cry. But it looked lovely once I added raspberries...
Ryan cobbled the scraps from leveling the other layers to the third layer that I made, spackled it all with frosting and made it into this ugly, but delicious mess. Inside it was a delicious mess of random ribbons of frosting. We took about a week to eat it and then we were sad that it was gone.
Whose birthday is soon? Cake I make you a cake???