I used to make cakes.
I made lots and lots of cakes. I made them for my kids. Then I started making them for other people.
I made them for birthdays...
and all kinds of events for all ages of people.
It all started when Cody got me a cake decorating class as a gift. Something fun turned into a side business. I even have a cake website. People placed orders, usually requesting tricky things that caused me to obsess over how to create it on a cake.
And then I got burned out and a bit lazy. It was a lot of pressure because I expected myself to create perfect cakes. I was always my own worst critic, and I was always fearful that someone wouldn't like the cake I made for them...then what?
So lately, I've made cakes that look more like this:
for my kid's teacher during teacher appreciation week. I didn't even take the cake out of the pan, and I used store bought frosting. I've sunk to a new low.
Maybe, just maybe I'm getting to a place where I could start making cakes, the actual labor intensive kind, for people again.
As long as I made them not so much like this...
but more like this...
it would probably be okay.