|Three tiers and an extra 9" cake waiting in the refrigerator under their first coat of buttercream.|
|Bowl, sieve, and spatula after straining roughly two quarts of lacquer glaze.|
|The pristine perfection of the top layer, pre-transport.|
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to re-warm my extra glaze when assembling the cake at the wedding venue, so I accepted a few wrinkles and drips in the finished product. Any fears I may have had about the tower's look vanished as another friend of the bride arrived with boxes upon boxes of home-made sugar flowers, the loving work of several months. Together, we made one another look so good, and made the cake an impressive spectacle. I was so grateful to have the flower-maker on my team, and hope very soon to pester her into teaching me how she did it all.
|The finished monster, covered in flowers.|
I'm gushing. But it's a good gush. As my mother says, it's always good to take advantage of any opportunity to celebrate a simcha. And this is certainly a simcha, which some would say is a mitzvah. Or a kosher beer. Or a pimp.
|All photos in this post by Matthew Korahais.|