Sugarbird's Sweet Nothings

I am passionate about food. And cooking. And baking. And running. Come and find a new recipe, a funny story, some strong opinions and whatever else I feel like throwing in the mix today.
September 30th, 2013

Loving The Ruffle


I don’t often do buttercream cakes. People tend to like the clean lines and smooth finish of sugarpaste, but there are some cakes that are beautiful in buttercream, and unusually I had two last week. One of them was buttercream ruffles. Like any other technique and medium, the more practice you get, the better you get at piping buttercream and getting the effect you want, so I did a practice cake earlier in the week. I have done a buttercream ruffle cake before, waaaaay back when when I was a hobby cake maker novice, and I was going for a slightly more polished effect than that early stumbling-around-in-the-dark effort. So I did a practice cake. I was glad I did, as I got to figure out my technique, how to hold the bag, which direction to pipe in, how to move the bag to get the ruffles ruffley (yes, that’s a word), and it was a good warm up for the muscles. Piping uses muscles. You find hand and forearm muscles that you never knew existed once you have ruffle-piped your way around a 10″ cake. But its worth it. And it looked awesome, so I’m smiling 🙂

Number two was a buttercream swirl cake, in shades of yellow, for a golden wedding anniversary. I was alightly worried that the effect would be a bit garish, having only done the piped graduated swirls in pink before, but the yellow worked really well. It wasn’t glaringly, hurting-your-eyes bright and the recipient was all smiles when I dropped it off so it was a good day, despite the 2nd good hand/forearm workout 🙂

I also did a photo 50th cake this week. I don’t normally warm to photos on cakes. I know they make a cake completely personal, but sometimes they can look a bit… simple…cheap… I don’t know. I’m not a huge fan. But this one was a bit different. It was a cake for a lady’s 50th, and the photo was of her as a baby with who I assume are siblings. I printed off the photo in the original sepia-type colouring, and framed the corners with peach flowers. I don’t know why I chose peach, I just thought it would work, and it did, really well 🙂 And peach made a wonderful change from pink. Sometimes I get pinked out. This time I was peachy-keen 🙂 hehehehehe I crack me up 🙂 Its late. Humour me ok?

Happy Monday, have an awesome week, and happy baking xxx
April 19th, 2011

Pina Colada Cake and Happy Birthday to Me

It was my birthday on Friday. I’m not sure how I feel about my birthday. I’m not overly keen on the getting older pat. I am now in the last year of my 20’s after all. But if I separate it from that, its ok. Its a day I can enjoy, celebrate the things that I love about my life, and spend time with the people I love as well. Its also an excuse to make a big, bad beautiful cake (if I do say so myself).

Since I purchased Sky High I definitely have a baker’s crush, on this book and the faceless people who wrote it. They are talented and they love cake. My kind of people. If I was on the same continent I might like to meet them so that I could shake their hands and tell them they have created a very cool, very inspirational book. Alisa, Peter, you rock.

So armed with my very valid excuse to make cake, I browsed through the gorgeous book, ooh-ing and aah-ing at pretty much each and every recipe. I mean, how is a girl supposed to pick just one when they are all so beautiful?? So, to help me narrow down the choice I decided to not go with chocolate, and to choose something different. Something nobody at work (yes, I was making this for people at work and not people at my huge birthday party. Because I didn’t have a huge birthday party. I’m ok with no party. I private partied. Sheesh my colleagues are a spoiled lot!) had ever seen before.

And then my eyes fell on the Pina Colada Cake. It had rum. I was almost convinced right there. It had pineapple and coconut. It was pretty. I’ve never seen a Pina Colada cake before. It would be a challenge. Sold.

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