I love birthdays. And I love my grandma. And I love decorating baked goods. So naturally I was delighted to create her birthday cake (or birthday cupcakes in this case) last week!
The finished product! I’ll show you how I got there in a moment.
The grand plan sketched out. I saw the daisies in my yard as I was heading for the store and instantly fell in love with a textural yellow/white/black theme (with daisy accents of course). Cupcakes are far more fun than one big cake, but I wanted to be able to write something, so I decided on one mini-cake for the middle and then a ring of cupcakes around it.
This little guy was very attached to his carton.
As it turns out, all that business about water and oil not mixing is spot on.
The batter! High elevation cupcake baking tip: only fill the cupcakes up half way. Anyone that tells you two thirds have never baked somewhere that snows in June.
The base frosting. My little sister found this brilliant recipe which melted smooth. Pretty sure it is made entirely of powdered sugar and butter (like all good things).
My leaves in progress! I made them on wax paper and then put them in the freezer till I was ready for them. I’m not sure if this is orthodox frosting technique, but it worked for me!
My dipping method! I allowed the frosting to dry a bit then I just dunked them in and rolled them around in the sprinkles. Worked like a charm.
Words done, leaves starting to go on.
Final steps, putting on the fresh daisies!
Polka dots and sprinkles oh my!
I’ve been drawing cyclopses a lot lately. Couldn’t resist a cute frosting ‘clops for one of the extras!
Another spare. This one later got turned into a full cupcake of frosting grass.
And then…. I had to find a spot for it in the fridge. We worked it out (just barely).
Candles on! *cue bad (but heartfelt) singing*
Happy Birthday Gma!
Oh did I mention that my birthday is tomorrow? So long teenagedom! It’s been real.
Everybody love a moustache bouquet! This little arrangement is the new centerpiece of my dorm room coffee table.
The studded vase is a thrifted delight that reminds me of this lovely Burberry ad.
Um, yes I have palm trees out my french doors. Yes, I am a spoiled Scripps student.
I’ve recently realized how cluttery my life is. Also, how amazing clutter is. Pshhhh all those magazine covers promising to declutter your life. Guffaaw to Hoarders! I love my clutter and it pretty much defines me.
Take this for instance:
My jewelry box tells you that I am a bow loving romantic, who lusts after European adventures and antiquated timepieces. (all true)
Part two of jewelry box? I love pearl wearing princess pandas. (yup)
My extensive G2 pilot pen collection should indicate my love of those aforementioned pens and a penchant for doodling and pen twirling.
My nail polish suggests I only choose colors based on their names, related to my location or food preferably.
A few bangles I don’t know how to wear sitting on a saucer from a broken tea cup.
…draw what conclusions you must.
Basically, this is a shout out to holding onto things you don’t need, collecting things no one wants, and proudly arranging it around your dwelling… because, hey! houses/dorm rooms/your parents’ basements turn into homes when you fill them with stuff no one else would see fit to hang onto.