Yesterday morning, my husband discovered on Facebook that it was his boss’s birthday today. He asked me to make a cake. No idea what kind. Just any cake. So he got the first cake recipe I came to that I hadn’t made yet and thought looked good. A chocolate cake with ground almonds and a thin creamy frosting drizzling down the side of the cake. I think it turned out looking pretty yummy. I’m sad I won’t get to taste any of it, as it’s off to an office party without me. I hope she likes it. I think the texture of the cake will be really nice with all of the bits of ground almond running through it.
Just after those cakes went into the oven, I looked at my phone only to discover that my new boss wanted me to come into work. I told her I could be there as soon as my cakes got out of the oven, so while they were baking, I rushed around trying to make myself look presentable. Then as soon as I got the cakes onto cooling racks, I was out the door.
When I got to work, Maggie started telling me about her store’s big one year anniversary party that is being catered by a French chef and will be attended by a bunch of rich people and would I be interested in making some cupcakes for her to sample and if she likes them, she’d like me to do a dessert table for the party. Yikes. Of course, my dance training being what it is, I said yes, even though I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m not sure how I’m going to accomplish it. It’s at the beginning of November, which means I have a little more than a month to get a business license and plan a menu and test recipes. Am I going to have to design a tablescape? Barf.
This could be a really good opportunity. Or a major disaster. I’m hoping for more of the opportunity part. I’ve already got a couple of ideas for what to make using products from her store. I hope it all works out okay. I’m already nervous about it. Here goes nothin’.