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Icing Smear |
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It’s been almost two years since I worked that job and the transition was tiring but rewarding. I moved to Louisville, got a job playing in icing, and started taking culinary classes. My new home is in a busy city full of creative people and places. Everyday I go to work looking forward to what I do, and each class I take is a blessing. Every day I get to work hard bringing happiness to people and expressing myself. I get to be a part of hundreds of birthdays and weddings, and I love knowing I helped make someone’s day special. I felt like I'd grown a lot as a person and even more as a cake artist. But, I know that no good cake decorator goes without being judged. And, while I couldn't have a team of judges rate my cakes on a network, I could find something a bit more in my league. |
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The Kentucky State Fair started in 1816 and people from around the state have been judged on everything from cattle to doilies. I'd been there just a year before and seen the culinary wing. It held a variety of cakes, but the ribbon holders were amazing. Breathtaking cakes from people with talent, patience, and skill. I wanted to enter a cake of my own, but I was frightened. I couldn't help but imagine standing and looking at my cake in the shiny glass case and overhearing someone next to me chuckle, "What were they thinking?'. After much debate with myself, I decided that I would give it a try and enter a cake. |
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I spent several late nights working in my fine Corneille lace, panting on silver luster, and teaching myself gum paste. When I finally finished my cake I was so proud that I got dressed up to go turn it in. But, the two minute car ride felt like two hours and by the time the car was parked I was sweating and my confidence was gone. Now, I could see every mistake I made on the cake and could already hear them laughing me out of the building. The long line to the entry table was no help either; we were all checking out the competition. But, between the back of the line and the front I made a couple friends and we all complemented each others work. My emotional bungee jump was almost over, I was next up and I thought how thankful I was that all I had to do was hand over this cake ... how wrong I was. |
