I had trouble sleeping this week. I knew on Monday that Saturday would be the Big Day. Many a young woman around my age might refer to the "Big Day" as the one when she wears an ornate white gown, carries a bouquet of her favorite flowers, and parades down a long aisle to marry the man of her dreams. Oh no. Not for Little Miss Pastry Chef.The Big Day for me was when we finally made wedding cakes at Pastry School. It was all that I had hoped for and more -- lots of excitement, a little stress, and a tiny dose of "cold feet." But in the end, all three tiers of our giant orange, cardamom genoise cake filled with thick layers of ginger buttercream stood tall and proud at the tasting table.
Happily ever after... until we sliced into it and ate it! Ah, the ephemeral beauty of pastry. A happy, intimate relationship that lasts just the right amount of time. And when it ends, it always leaves the sweetest taste in your mouth.
