At the beginning of the month I was hired to bake 30 cupcakes for a reception at
Brimmer Street Theatre Company. The company was presenting a very neat play that I had seen the week prior. The setting of the play,
Restart Your Heart, was at a wedding reception. Understandably, the client wanted cupcakes that had a wedding theme. He simply said, "white cake and white frosting". My mind ran wild with the vague description until I finally came up with what you see here.
This was my first attempt at making roses from buttercream, or roses at all, for that matter. It took me about 2-3 hours of practice before I finally felt confident enough to present them.
With the help of my sig-o, we carefully and strategically arranged them in the car, placing them on the floor of the back seat and schooching the passenger seat back to secure them in place. I drove carefully and delivered them with a nervous mindset. He had not seen them and I had not told him what I was planning to do. My only hope was that he liked them and realized how much time (2 days of practicing) I put into them because in the end, that's all that matters - that the customer is happy and I had something to do with it. He looked at them and said, "They're works of art!". With that said, my anxiety and exhaustion melted away.
At the beginning of the month I was hired to bake 30 cupcakes for a reception at Brimmer Street Theatre Company. The company was presenting a very neat play that I had seen the week prior. The setting of the play, Restart Your Heart, was at a wedding reception. Understandably, the client wanted cupcakes that had a wedding theme. He simply said, "white cake and white frosting". My mind ran wild with the vague description until I finally came up with what you see here.
This was my first attempt at making roses from buttercream, or roses at all, for that matter. It took me about 2-3 hours of practice before I finally felt confident enough to present them.
With the help of my sig-o, we carefully and strategically arranged them in the car, placing them on the floor of the back seat and schooching the passenger seat back to secure them in place. I drove carefully and delivered them with a nervous mindset. He had not seen them and I had not told him what I was planning to do. My only hope was that he liked them and realized how much time (2 days of practicing) I put into them because in the end, that's all that matters - that the customer is happy and I had something to do with it. He looked at them and said, "They're works of art!". With that said, my anxiety and exhaustion melted away. 
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