Cakes are a hobby. Birthday cakes for kids are fun - there's a wide range of possible themes, kids tend to be pretty forgiving on the decor as long as the pokemon/mario/sleeping beauty is somewhat recognizable, and if one screws up so extravagantly that the cake is unsalvageable (not that this happens to the eponymous she, but perhaps to others), there's always going to be another birthday next year. Wedding cakes are a different story. There's pretty much one theme (unless you're one of those people who gets married at Disneyland), brides have a reputation as being a little less than flexible in terms of what they want their cake to look like, and aspirationally (if not statistically), there are no do-overs. So if you're going to make a wedding cake, you'd best get it right. And of course, she did.
Even if making wedding cakes was not something that she had wanted to do, this was a favor long in the coming. She made this cake for Christine, who introduced the cakemaker to the author of this blog, and Martin, a nice young German fellow who is rather obsessed with cowboy culture. As a compromise between Christine's ideas (classic wedding stuff, maybe with the color purple involved) with Martin's (last wedding cake at the OK corral), Lisa came up with the attached. The cowboy hat is a fondant covered rice krispie treat edged with gum paste. The purple bands around the cake are from the pattern of a leather gunbelt and holster that Martin sports around town. Not with an actual gun in it, of course, this being Berkeley and all.
Anyway, aside from the jitters arising from a neighbor's kid taking a bite of the frosting just before we had to deliver the cake, all went well. Bride and groom seemed happy, and sixty wedding guests ate pretty much the whole thing, including the hat. Good omen, that.
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