This summer, I hit a milestone. Or rather, a milestone hit
me. I don’t know how it happened so fast, but here I am at that age that I
always considered to be “old.” (Otherwise known as the age-that-must-not-be-named.)
It’s all relative, of course, and in many ways I am healthier and happier than
I have ever been, however, it’s still a little shocking to reach what I
consider to be my parents’ age. (And seriously, you couldn’t pay me to be
twenty again – ugh!)
Instead of engaging in some quiet introspection to reflect
on my past and to set goals for my future, I headed into the kitchen to make
myself a birthday cake. Since this is the second year in a row that I have made
myself a cake for my birthday, I think I can call it a tradition. (Established
2012!) This is also the second time that I have made the Pistachio Petit Four
Cake that I had long admired at Smitten Kitchen, and I think I was able to
improve on my marzipan flower design this year.
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| Glamour shot on great-grandma's cake stand |
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| Yes, these marzipan mums were a labor of love |
Maybe next year, I will attempt
something more original as the topper, but I do feel like the glistening dark
chocolate ganache calls for the fussiness of the girlie pink flowers on top.
What do you think?
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| Last year's cake for reference |
- Jenn
