“Do you want to make our wedding cake?”
Jordan greeted me in the lobby with a lovebird on his shoulder, “Do you like birds?” I decided to hold off on telling him my parents had a pet crow and that I’d grown up with owls that played with the dogs outside…”yes,” I said. Fortunately for me, they didn’t ask to see any pictures, and the cake they wanted was fairly simple.–a white cake, covered in meringue mushrooms. We threw some flavor ideas around, finally deciding on a red velvet, with a berry jam, coffee syrup and mascarpone frosting. A little twist on the classic–tiramisu. I didn’t start the cake till the week of, to keep it all as fresh as possible, leaving little room for surprises. The mushrooms were finished, nearly a hundred of them. Almost everything went smoothly, the tiers– four of them, had all been stacked. Each layer was soaked in an espresso syrup, then covered with a raspberry jam and a layer of mascarpone frosting.
I learned the hard way that mascarpone and a bit of shortening don’t get along very well. I NEVER use shortening, but in the summer when your cakes most important layer runs the risk of melting–you make sacrifices. This sacrifice nearly cost me my frosting. Luckily, with a little bit of imagination, a large tub of mascarpone, and a grocery story up the street, the cake got frosted. In the end I chose flavor over sun tricks–I just can’t do shortening.
Delivering a cake is not for the faint-hearted. This is what it all comes down to, this is where your commitment is tested, your stress multiplied. There are no mistakes at this point. There is really no great way to do it; you are sort of forced to throw all your eggs in one basket, crank the air conditioning and cross your fingers. With a forty minute drive ahead of me, I brought a friend to keep watch over the cakes, keep me calm and to blame if anything happened.
After getting a bit lost, and driving to what seemed like the edge of the world, we arrived everything intact. Jordan greeted me with his big grin and his absolutely stunning new wife. They were pleased; I was relieved. It was a beautiful wedding.