Love Dessert Style...long overdue Pt.2

I've become so engrossed in this process of sampling new desserts that I got distracted and didn't post for a while. Mea culpa.
But to continue on where I left off, I realized that Blackberry ice cream was a passing fancy and so was ready for a new dessert to capture my senses. Needless to say, summer is a season full of ripe opportunities. I was able to try a Raspberry Chocolate Cake. He was heavenly to look at, but not quite what I wanted. I tried a Dutchie, a good old Canadian standby and did like him a lot, but was intrigued by another.
It turns out that I have a thing for strawberries. In fact, strawbery ice cream has been my favorite choice of desserts for years. I love how it is the perfect capper to a heavy meal, how it can make the sorrow of bad love melt away and well..it's just darn good. :) But I shall tarry no longer, onto my dating escapades!

When I met Strawberry Ice Cream, he seemed the type that would at least stick around for a few years. He was a perfectly sweet treat to taste at first and quite a satisfying delight after the dessert letdowns of the summer. He was rich, he was creamy, quite a sight to behold, but he carried with him a cloying aftertaste that started to annoy. What seemed like the beauty of time-tested and delightful homemade ice cream, turned out to be a shallow store-bought brand with no depth or true quality of ingredients to it.
This left me a bit shaken, as Strawberry ice cream had always been my fall back flavor of choice and hadn't disappointed previously. But his particular brand was an imposter, made up of chemicals and additives that would cause one more trouble than it was worth over time. So willingly and gladly, I threw away the remaining portion into the trash and walked away a bit wounded but happy to move onto my next dessert adventure.

Wish me luck,
Syreeta

A cold and broken Hallelujah!

I love to bake...I truly do. The joy of getting to see someone delighting in the food I've made is like angels singing in my soul. I live for that sound.
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.