Cakes for the Memories

I was digging around in my computer files today and found a picture of this cake....it's one of the ones I'm most proud of:

Monopic

I don't know, it's one of those cakes that turned out better than I thought it would. At first the client wanted me to do a complete Monopoly board, but I said that for a quarter sheet cake, that wouldn't work. I said I would do an "abstract" of a Monopoly board. She didn't get what I meant but I assured her that she would like it. She did.

I have this unusual knack for being able to do things my way and making my clients agree to it. The only thing I'm good at selling is my own skill. And speaking of skill, I ran across this:

The Recipe for Skill

• 10 lb passion for your craft
• 6 lb drive to help you through the rough times
• 9 lbs pride in oneself and the team
• 7 lbs vision to look beyond normalcy (or insanity!)
• 2 lbs intelligence

Yield: A life full of joy and satisfaction.
This recipe is for volume skill; for a la carte, reduce ingredients to 70%

How is my mom?

Some ask. She's doing great. I continue to give her care every week and spend weekends here in lovely Port Townsend. The only thing that's a drag right now is the summer peak ferry traffic. So far I've been able to travel during the off-peak travel times, but it's only a matter of when I get stuck in a 3 hour line. I dread it. Stupid tourists. They are inconveniencing me. I wish there is some way we could get their money but make them stay home....I want to be able to park downtown again!

In the meantime, I'm in training for my next job:

mynextjob

If that guy can do it, well so can I.

Comments

[faithy]

[this is good] Wow! I like your monopoly cake! 

[Annie]

Thank you! I like it too..........

[Burnt Cookie]

[c’est top]

[Burnt Cookie]

[c’est top] Love your website.
Cracks me up but in a bittersweet kind o' way.
I
looked after my aunt until she was admitted to a high dependency unit
(dementia and Parkinson's) and being a carer is hard yakka - 'tis a
very noble service you provide for your mother. An act of love vastly
undervalued by society.
But just because you're not actually knee deep in dough doesn't mean you've stopped being a pastry chef.
Life calls for many sacrifices but very few people actually make them.
So just because you're making one means just that. For now.
Quite frankly, girl, I would LOVE to pick your "rotting brain".
I'm
sure I'd find many paths in there threaded with flowers and jewelled
anecdotes bedecked with the finest of royal icing and pirate stickers. 


Moreover, I reckon I'd learn a lot too.

I look forward to reading more.
 
Sincere thanks for what you have written already.

[Annie]

Thank you so much for the kind words!
Life is stressful, but looking up.
I wish I had more time to blog lately, but I have little to write about since life has gotten so routine. I'm glad you are reading me......I appreciate that!

Cheers....Annie