This week I was asked to do a graduation cake for the son of one of my co-workers. His son is going to the University of Toledo next year so he (his wife) decided on a rocket cake. He was not the easiest client I have ever had...as he changed his mind about the design three times (and yes, I planed out the cake I was going to do three different times), never told me a flavor he wanted, and waffled on when it should be due. I was seriously annoyed by the time I started baking Wednesday evening. Then he had the audacity on Thursday to ask if it could be vanilla and chocolate. Um, no sir, it cannot. Maybe if you would've gotten back to me when I asked you to, but now, you will eat your vanilla cake and like it!
So yesterday I had to carve the cake, make the icing, and then ice this bad boy. The blue wing was giving me some major issues and I completely winged the design (ha!) as I was doing it...but when I was done I thought it turned out pretty well. My favorite part was my last minute addition of the fire!
So I sent the pictures of the cake out to my mom last night and I received this e-mail from her this morning:
"Looks neat but I am not sure what it is? What is it?"
Um, thanks. That made me feel just great. I was already concerned it was looking a little like fish...but I thought after I added the fire, the rocket was pretty obvious. Guess not.
But my mother did not stop there. When I ever so sweetly replied that it was supposed to be a rocket...this is what I got:
"Okay, we see it now. Susie was thinking dirty...................."
Susie is my mom's friend at work (and please forgive Mama's overuse of the periods...that is an everyday occurrence).
So now I am having a little panic attack thinking that my cake is now some sort of giant penis for a dude's graduation cake! Please tell me you didn't think that's what it was...please...
Thanksgiving, 32 + The Past Week
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