Troubled Tuesday is basically my complaint day to complain about all the troubles I have, which could range from what is happening on TV shows to who knows what.
- I really wanted to make a 3D hot air balloon for P’s party out of sugar cookie. I thought it would be really neat to have that be the topper for her little cake. Plus it would make it super easy to decorate a small square cake to look like a basket.
Sunday- While I was decorated the seams of the balloon to finish it off I definitely ran into some issues. I did it with a large star tip and it was over the top but I was okay with it. (I am not blaming B but facial expressions can say so much.) When I showed B he said it was good. He didn’t really like the spikiness but leave it (Insert does not like face.) I told him I could scrape it off and do a different technique. He said no just leave it, it was good enough. Good enough? I want it perfect. (Insert another I don’t really like it face.) I scrap off the frosting. Well for anyone who has worked with royal icing it hardens like cement and had already started hardening and sticking to the designs on the cake. I took a small knife and began scraping off the extra frosting to try to get it clean again. It was not really working but I did it for about an hour. I then used a large piping tip and covered the balloon seams again. I really hated it and was so not happy. B said he didn’t like it either but it was done now. I was out of frosting so I left it.
Take 1
Take 2
Monday-After S got on the bus and P and I went for our walk I could not take it any longer and started scraping off the frosting. The frosting was rock hard and I was sawing it off with a knife. I had frosting dust everywhere. I thought maybe I could just scrape it off and the seams would look filled in. I scraped it all off, cleaned up my mess (3 hours later). I then took the knife and scraped as much as I could off the designs on the cookie. At this point I was scraping off the design with it making myself even more upset. All that hard work and I was ready to put this in the trash. After P woke up from her nap we made frosting, I colored it, B came home, and I covered the balloon again with the large star tip. The color of frosting this time was much darker and I didn’t really like it but I was fed up and just wanted this done.
Take 3
Final Take
Lesson of the day: I should have trusted my first instincts and kept what I did. I now know when I ask B if he likes something don’t look at him when he answers that way his facial expressions do not make me second guess myself.
What is troubling you?