It's ironic after graduating from school I rewarded myself with more school. On a whim, I drove by a local culinary shop and inquired about their cooking classes. They had a 'Basic Cake Making and Decorating' class the next night taught by Chef Kris O'Leary (a graduate of California Culinary Academey in San Francisco). Having no prior baking experience (or interests in baking) and a broken stove that haven't been replaced in years, I thought it was an awesome idea to take the class.
The night of the class, I was just happy I didn't have to do much except waiting to be feed. As one cake was baked after another and the buttercream was made, Chef Kris prepared us to decorate the cakes. As I have my buttercream stuffed in a pastry bag and experimented with different tips, I felt a rush of excitement. I squeeze that bag of buttercream like I was born with it. Gaaawd I could do this everyday I thought. I looked around and no one seems to be as excited. I think it was getting late and everyone was more interested in eating.
The woman that shared a cake with me (to decorate the cake) was looking at me with a grin. She was amused I was so happy and excited about the whole decorating process. We weren't given any instructions on how to decorate but I was having a blast just experimenting with different tips. I ended up bossing the poor woman that had the misfortune to share a cake with me on how we should decorate our cake. The nice woman took it in stride and smiled at me good naturally as we decorated our cake.
That night I found out I am hooked on squeezing buttercreams.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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