When I was pregnant (can you believe that was almost 2 years ago now!!) I made the mistake of binge watching the Great British Baking Show. I use the word ‘mistake’ because the last thing I needed when I was 8 months pregnant and crazy with hormones that were ramping up my need to nest, was the overwhelming desire to make hand-raised meat pies.
My first attempt at fondant flowers.
The drive to bake has calmed down a lot since then but I still have the desire to create a beautifully decorated cake. In pursuit of this hormonally motivated dream, not too long ago I tried my hand at decorating a cake by piping some buttercream roses. I don’t think it went over that badly, but I could also see that this technique wouldn’t really take me to where I wanted to go. So, over the last few days I dug into a few YouTube videos, made a few Amazon purchases and tried my hand at creating fondant flowers. The experience was heavenly!
My second attempt at fondant flowers.
My first attempt at fondant flowers was far from perfect but I could see the potential. The very next night, armed with a spoon, a chop stick (my primary shaping tools) and a glass of wine, I tried again. My second attempt turned out just lovely! I haven’t been this satisfied with a creation in a while. It’s like turning my love of botanical art into something that’s edible. Can life really get any better than that?
Please – don’t judge me too harshly on the frosting. It was like 90 degrees here so I wasn’t going to actually bake anything. Instead, I bought a sheet cake at the store, stripped it of its buttercream, cut it into rounds and then re-frosted it using the same frosting from the original cake.