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I went to a cake decorating class...

Rose Cupcake by Bombay Foodie

Sometimes you need to do certain things before you believe you don't need to! Take cake decorating. I always look wistfully at beautiful cake displays and sigh at the lack of my piping skills.

Now you know I am a self taught cook. If I can't figure out a technique from a recipe or a blog, there is usually a youtube video out there to help. But cake decorating and those neat flowery cupcakes were just not happening for me. So I decided to go to a cupcake decorating class.

London has loads of these 2-3 hour classes and the one I picked was from Sugarshack. It's a lovely way to spend 2 hours. You are given some buttercream, then shown techniques to pipe shells, stars and swirls. Also in the course, the way to color and tint buttercream and make it sparkly.

Once the lesson's done, we were given four cupcakes each to decorate and take home. The one you see above is my pride and joy. I piped in the rose, then sprayed it with pearl lustre spray for that sparkly finish. In fact, I went quite overboard on the bling and covered all cupcakes in glitter and gold dust.

Then I brought the cupcakes home and ate them. And well! they didn't taste half as great as they looked. And with all the buttercream, they were way too sweet for me. That for me is a lesson learnt. I'm going to appreciate these decorated cakes from a distance now. They're great obviously; but they're just not for me!

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notyet100 said…
Even I luv cupcakes without frosting unless I am bakin them for a party,I luv them straight out of oven
Swati Sapna said…
Cake decorating class! That sure sounds like fun :) And yes, I can imagine your disappointment... too much of frosting is just not appetising!
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