I've been a bit busy with cakes lately. Which is good. This past weekend, I had my first third hand referral. A year ago, I made a cake for a friend for a baby shower:
This past weekend, I made three different cakes. I ran into some trouble. They were lopsided. The icing was cracking. They looked terrible. Sometimes this happens. Usually I cuss. OK, I cursed this time too. But Brad paused his TV show, came over and said, "It's OK. Just add a layer of frosting." Almost in tears, I pointed to my mixer bowl, dirty in the sink, piled with junk. "I got it." He said.
And just like that, I was calmer. He washed my dishes, took away the frustration and set me back down a path where I was less freaked out. I decorated while he went to the pool with our friends.
I managed to finish the [above mentioned] animal cake: