Some people have a gift for icing cakes. I thought I had such a gift, but recent events have proved otherwise. Disabused of my self-important notions, I shall now hang up my off-set spatula and stick with perfecting pie crust. Harken, dear reader, to my sorrowful tale.
Oregon (yes, this story takes place far from my natal shore), alas, is dreadfully rainy this time of year. I’d been promised stunning mountain views, loads of migratory birds, and an aerobatic flight, but thanks to a steady deluge and unavoidable plane maintenance, none of this came to fruition during my recent trip. Regardless, it was delightful traveling to a brand-new state, where sibling No. 3 now resides, and to be shown the sights (despite the rain) by his soon-to-be in-laws. My mom and I made the trek in time for my soon-to-be sister-in-law’s bridal shower, and I was asked to make a cake for the festivities.
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