One of the things I’ve learned in marrying in to an enormous family is that there is always a good excuse for a party. While catering was never on my list of things to accomplish, I find my over-riding need to make pretty things overflows the studio and into the kitchen. The party in question?? A Bon Voyage for a bros-in-law who’s headed off to med school. Obviously, a medical theme was required. Me being me, out came templates and exacto knives, tweezers and clippers. While never having worked with fondant before, I was sure that if I approached this as I would a penny rug or quilt, I’d achieve a modicum of success. Hubby and I tested and practiced, and scratched the Red Velvet cake when we discovered a dislike of chocolate in the honored guest. A New Your style cheesecake (the first I’ve ever made!), became the unusual foundation for my stitch and bitch culinary session in the kitchen.
And it was fun. And it was yum.
If I have to lie my life on the line to be able to make something square and true, how on earth do I make a respectable quilt that scoffs at longitude and latitude??