By now, everyone is familiar with the term staycation. Heck, the word can even be found on Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary.
While a cakecation probably isn’t as relaxing as your typical staycation, I was thrilled to have this opportunity. You see, this past week I was able to make my grandfather’s wedding cake. How many people get to do that? For a mostly fun, occasionally nerve-wracking week, I was able to hang up my editor’s cap and don my baker’s apron – bliss.
The perfect shade of periwinkle eluded me Wednesday night (I tend to become a bit obsessive-compulsive when mixing colors), but by Thursday morning, the buttercream gods had smiled on me. Now it was time to decorate.
A mere 12 hours and 50 bazillion dots later, I had a dining table covered with decorated wedding cake (including a vanilla bean sheet cake).
The next afternoon, despite rainy weather and bumpy roads, I made it to the site of the reception with all cakes intact. My uncle helped me unload the cakes and my aunt helped me commandeer a spot to assemble the tiers. And before long – voila!
Congratulations, Poppa and Mary!