It was a grand idea. A tower of Martha Stewartish beaoootiful cupcakes, decorated with freshly tinted coconut, festooned with candy flowers and chicks! Tumbling, carefree and joyful yellow confections of chirp, dancing down the tower of festivity, celebrating the union of our chicken loving friends!
Twenty five dollars, 2+ hours, amid miscellaneous mounds of mush, our dreams of confectionery acclaim came to a screeching halt.
I was laughing so hard, tears were running down my face. Back to the drawing board!
... and I can safely remove 'Pastry Chef' from my retirement career options.
Onward! Here is something else I accomplished this weekend-
Tomatoes are planted. Hidden from fowl and freeze are Black Trifele, Black Krim, Carbon, Sungold, Lemon Boy, Celebrity, Beef Master, San Marzano Redorta, and Yellow Submarine.
I know. The WoW's aren't filled.
I'm just a livin' on the edge kind of gal ~