Fortunately, she was to attend one last meeting here in Atlanta before flying off to live perched on the side of some volcanic vomit in the middle of NOTHING.
I can hear you asking, 'Why is she called "Mistress Badtrip"?' The story shall not pass my lips, but I can tell you that she earned it once and lives up to it on an almost daily basis.
I picked up MBT on Friday night, and we met some Atlanta friends for dinner at Shaun's. Let me just say, oh, my, god. So good! There was a watermelon and goat cheese salad with a balsamic vinaigrette on a bed of microgreens that made me practically stab the Lizard in the hand. The frites part of my steak frites were fried in duck fat (?!?!!!!) and were OUTSTANDING. My mouth is watering a little while I am typing this. I am looking for an excuse to go back again, so drop me a line...
Naturally, MBT and I went shopping and then met up with some of her coworkers at JCT Kitchen. They were looking for "Southern food", so I took them there and force fed them collard greens and some of the best fried chicken I have ever had! The service was a bit iffy (they seemed short of bus staff), but the food was delicious. I had herb roasted chicken, served over roasted fingerling potatoes with roasted dates. It was a fabulous combination of sweet and savory. The true star was the dessert that I ordered; gingerbread bread pudding served with a scoop of lemon curd ice cream. I almost cried when my plate was empty. I am toying with how to do the gingerbread bread pudding in my mind. Hopefully, the recipe will spring from my head fully formed.
I don't want you to get the wrong idea; we did do things other than stuff our gullets. We managed to carve out a few hours to waddle over to the new World of Coke. It opened about a month ago, to reports that they spent almost $100 million on the facility. I have to say that I never thought I would spend almost three hours in a product "museum", and that I seem to like the Central/South American Coke products the best.
I cooked dinner for 10 on Sunday night, and managed to burn my fingers pretty severely. I have completely recovered, but I was wearing latex gloves with aloe gel squirted into the fingers for several days. It looked peculiar, and my hands got amazingly pruny and white (think bloated corpse pulled from a body of water).
Fortunately, I had finished MBT's cake prior to the incident. I don't think I could have done the work with burned fingers.
Here they are:
I have long been fascinated by the Barbie doll cakes, and was looking for any excuse to make one. When MBT requested a chocolate cake, I had a flash of brilliance.
The skirt was baked in a small mixing bowl and one "normal" layer.
I trimmed the layer to match the edge of the bowl cake and iced.
The doll is not really a whole doll, just a torso on a stick. Totally disturbing.
I made a bunch of the royal icing flowers (similar to weird blue/purple ones in an earlier post), but on a much smaller scale. Each flower on the cake is smaller than the end of a pencil eraser. I also wrote "aloha" and MBT's name in royal icing about 10 times. I broke most of them, trying to pick them up, but did end up with one good "aloha" for her hands.
Please note that I am not posting the pictures of the fight over the doll stick thing, or the subsequent icing licking.
3 comments:
Brava!
that cake is effing *amazing*! Actually, all of your cakes have been amazing, I've just been in silent wonderment until now... But this one brings back memories of my whatever-th (8th?) birthday, so it has an extra layer of nostalgia on top. Yum!
OMG!! I made it into the BLOG! I am so excited. Thanks for not sharing the story of MBT (I like my aura of mystery), but especially thanks for the cake. The dinner party was amazing and you have cool friends (we know who we are).
Now we need to get you to visit me on the side of the volcano.
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