Wedding Cake

I am exhausted from Take Our Daughters To Work Day. (And I thought our apartment was tight.) Jeez. I did not get much done, and we did not run into Tim Gunn at the salad bar. I also saw no other daughters in our office today, though I did notice a young girl riding the elevator back to work with her mother after lunch, staring wide-eyed at her Happy Meal box.

Meanwhile, I think I need to go to math trade school next, and figure out why this weekend's baking feat will go pretty much...unpaid for!

At the same time, I am preparing for my last day of baking/pastry class instruction on Saturday. (The class continues the following Saturday for a half day, but we're to bring in baked goods from home, preferably from our country. When I asked my mom for a suggestion, she offered up the idea of Southern food, which I cannot figure out at all since that is one place we've never lived.)

We'll be making mini wedding cakes, supposedly three-tiered though I think Chef's changing the concept to two tiers. We apparently must make vanilla/vanilla cakes, so my decorating idea includes raspberries, shaved chocolate, whatever design my new pastry decorating tips will release, and tiny red sugar hearts I bought at the famed New York Cake & Baking Distributors. I never had my own wedding cake—probably one of the reasons why thorn-in-my-side and I are no longer together—but this one is dedicated to the money-where-their-mouth-is amazingly generous family that takes D.J. pretty much whenever I need. Hollah!

Must go do Tracy Anderson now, and get back on board. FYI: It is definitely better to do the baking/pastry class with the workout sessions, as opposed to without them.

P.S. Of course Michelle Obama invited one hundred children to work at the White House today.