I'm working on a birthday cake for a son of a friend of mine. He's turning four and loves Thomas the Tank Engine.
The plan is to make 4 of the little trains – Thomas, Percy, Arthur and Duke (these are some of his favorites) and I'm planning to have them on little railroad tracks. I baked all the cake yesterday. This morning I'm making the whipped chocolate ganache filling and then this afternoon/evening I'll put it all together and decorate it and all that.
I didn't take photos of the cake-making part, but I do plan to photograph the whole assembly process as I go along.
Should be fun.
I've got the finished product pictured in my head – hopefully I can get the actual cake to look the way I want it to.
I deliver the cake tomorrow morning.
It's funny – whenever I have these cakes to do – which is a lot less frequently than I used to years ago – I fall into this procrastination/reluctance mode and somehow dread working on the cake. Then finally I get to a point where I just HAVE to get it started, and then suddenly it's fun again. Maybe I need to feel the pressure or the time constraint or something. So what does that mean? I'm a passive thrill-seeker or something? I don't know. It's not that important. I'm just babbling anyway.
I also baked some bread last night – my same 0l' basic sourdough, except I substituted 3 cups of whole wheat flour for the all-purpose. I made two sandwich loaves and two baguettes. I'll make garlic bread with the baguettes tonight to have along with dinner, which will be some sort of pasta and meat dish – not sure yet if it'll be meatballs or a meat sauce. Depends on what kind of time I have later.
I haven't made cheese in a while. I'm thinking I need to do that again soon.
And that's about it here. I know – it's got you right on the edge of your seat, this wild ride I call my life.
Have a great weekend!