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In this life and the beyond, I've made quite a few cakes. Lemon filled, apple tarty, rum soaked, you name it! I've made it or will attempt to make it. Even the ever so simple, plain white/yellow cake with buttercream frosting.
Buttercream frosting...my mortal enemy. "Mortal enemy", you say. Yes, Le Buttercream, my enemy and my best friend.
This week has been hectic. I've baked a few orders for a party, some friends and even made some cakes to sample at a wedding expo I exhibited at. All these occurring on rather warm & balmy days. Ahhh...the joy of summer, the demise of my perfectly lovely buttercream.
The princess cupcakes I made for a birthday party were left outside in the sun by a multi-tasking mom who returned to see a future decline of her princess themed extravaganza with individual candles lit bright. A foolish woman I know, but a clear example of the relationship that butter cream and I have. She bails on you when the heat gets turned up!
But alas, I love her! She is the sweet epitome of delight that will forever make my heart sing when I look at a beautiful cupcake, fantastically decorated wedding cake or an oh so pretty, lemon meringue buttercream. She has won a few battles, but I've conquered and won the war! Hence, the delight with which my apple cake was received at the wedding expo.
In fact, quite a few asked what the secret was to my frosting. A secret I'll not tell. So to you my lovely buttercream, I say through the words of the poetic Leonard Cohen, "I've seen your flag on the marble arch, Love is not a victory march, It's a cold and broken Hallelujah!" Yes buttercream, you're the best I've ever seen on a dessert.
