I think I've got enough cake, so that part worked out okay. So far, so good. Then I frosted them. It took two entire bags of confectioner's sugar and one cup of butter, a half teaspoon of vanilla and about a quarter teaspoon of almond extract.
Now, I know that a little Wilton Cake Decorator's Rose Gel goes a long way, but had no idea just how long that was. No kidding. I only put in a teensy little bit, so I was quite surprised to see the screaming pink that resulted. Oh well. Here are the cakes, sprinkled with a variety of Valentine candy bits, and in a color certainly not known in nature - except maybe for the time when Mt. St. Helens erupted. I do remember some intensely pink/red sunsets.
Still, I'm hoping the kids at church will enjoy the cakes. I remember as a child how excited I was to get frosted and decorated cookies or cakes, and how much I loved the garishly decorated treats from the bakery. I'm counting on that running true in the youngest generation also. We'll see. It just occurred to me that after tomorrow, I may be called upon to replace the church carpet.
I still love frosting. I wish I didn't. Even wedding cake frosting, which everyone else thinks is way too sweet and disgusting - and yet they keep using it for wedding cakes!
How about you? What are the treats you remember best from when you were a kid? You know, the ones that caused us to be child slaves to Little Debbie and Hershey's, the ones we longed to find when we opened our lunch boxes - instead of a hardboiled egg and a tomato.