A friend of mine had her bridal shower this weekend.  Another friend organized and hosted it, so I offered to make the cake.

Of course.

Cake baking is in my genes, it seems.

Being as this was a grown-up party and an all girls party, I wanted to make a special fancy schmancy cake.  I whipped out my copy of “Death by Chocolate Cakes” by a genius Frenchman, Marcel Desaulniers (oui! oui!).

The perfect cake and I locked eyes and I knew.  Love at first bite.

The Strawberry Teardrop Cake took me two days to make (I’m a bit over-scheduled) and actually called for true buttercream frosting.  I have never known of such a delicate, smooth, not over-powering taste of chocolate goodiness in my whole life!  Instead of the confectioners sugar, and milk, etc. for the typical buttercream I make for my niece’s and nephew’s birthday cakes, this called for (you guessed it!) butter and cream, and a little sugar, and chocolate. 

It’s heaven, I tell you. 

Hands down, this is my favorite cake to make… and devour (don’t I wish!).

prep work – the different shades of white in the dry mix always amuse me.


someone was *really* ready for bed, but stayed up with me the whole time.

slicing and making the frosting – we were “oo”-ing and “ah”-ing over the butter color.

(l) clumsy cook

(r) Lion’s face hidden in butter



About Heather.B

I'm a thirty-something (how did I get so old?!) esthetician (Jan 2009), soon-to-add holistic services (Jan 2013), and then onto business school with a few more endeavors in the works. Stayed tuned though as this changes often. I call it "what-to-be-when-I'm-a-grown-up ADD" - but here's a great quote of encouragement if you're similar in nature: “The experience of centering was one I particularly sought because I thought of myself as dispersed, interested in too many things. I envied people who were ‘single-minded,’ who had one powerful talent and who knew when they got up in the morning what it was they had to do. Whereas I, wherever I turned, felt the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air; to the door for the passing figures; to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone. Wherever I looked I could have lived. It took me half my life to come to believe I was okay even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering.” – [from Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person by Mary Caroline Richards] I'm a lover of animals (especially my bird and cat), my niece and nephew (and #3 on HER way), and plants; an avid crochet-er (and other crafty things), amateur photographer, baker extraordinaire, dreamer of travels far away (camping and road trips settle me for now), searcher of different music, and beloved daughter of The King. Add in a penchant for being taught new things, and you've got a good idea of what you're dealing with here. I, also, have an endocrine disorder (PCOS) that causes me to have a low carb diet and an insatiable appetite for holistic health (along with a big butt) - I console myself with the reminder that there are worse things, like being eaten by an alligator. Lastly, I've found I get bored easily and procrastinate like it's my job. So who knows how steadily I'll contribute to this. Welcome! If you choose to read this, I've warned you fairly ;), and I really hope you enjoy the variety of my life. Please send me a note and let me know about you!

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