Good Night and Good Bye 2014!

Last sunset of 2014

I hear the youngsters in the neighborhood popping bottle rockets with the occasional high-dollar canon exploding.  A wonderful cold spell just right for December has the stars dancing in a night sky so clear you can almost see heaven this last evening of 2014.

It is the time to review the year passed and post resolutions for the future.  The past being the past and all and the future not here yet, well hmmmm… I’ve news for you:  2015’s resolution look alarmingly similar to 2014’s.  And 2013’s.

I resolve in 2015 to continue to live a “no excuses” life.  Feeling particularly empowered by having completed culinary school despite obstacles (distance, fuel prices that have only come down now that school is finished, aging mother, necessary self-employment, normal effects of aging, tanked economy, et cetera, ad nauseam…), it’s liberating to fess up to failure when it occurs, making no excuse, but resolutely determining to learn from the situation, grow from it, and move forward.

I resolve to be better to myself, by saying “no” often and turning down business, so that adequate rest, aka sleep, is a nightly given and not an exception.  There are no spring chickens here.  Rest is necessary.  OOooooo!  And I will eat the fruit/ vegetable that is much loved, even green-house tomatoes in the middle of winter, regardless of cost.  Not because they’re good but because they’re enjoyed – and it’s the little things that make up the big things when it comes to being better to yourself.

And lastly, but most importantly, I resolve to continually show gratitude and praise to an Almighty that loves me, despite myself, by putting a very best effort and time into everything.  Whether it’s noticing pure crystalline hoar frost on the weeds in the ditches on the coldest Deep South morning or a random act of kindness – this life is the only one available to foster and expand love, joy,and peace.  It’s up to me and me alone, on the face of this earth, to make the best of this life.

And that’s it.  Nothing unreal.  No ‘lose a gozillion pounds by 2016.’  No half-marathons by March.  No sort of butter-cessation 12 step program...  Nope. According to Maslow’s Heirarchy of Needs, I’m at the top of the triangle;  not a bad place for a middle-aged Deep South gal just starting a new job to be on January 1.

Happy 2016, my friends!  It’s Hoppin' John and cabbage out at Mama’s tomorrow.  Y’all join us.  I’ll let you have the first piece of cornbread!

Ever and always,

Mary

A Rose Is A Rose is a Swirl Rose?

Yep.  See?  I hope to get back on schedule of a blog post a week, now that the requirements for an associates in applied science culinary arts degree have been finished.  While decorating the 'Frozen' ombre swirl roses cake this morning, I remembered I'd done a five minute presentation for SkillsUSA competition last February on filling, crumb-coating, and decorating a cake with swirl roses-- and stored everything nicely together on hard drive.  Voila!  Instant blog post!

It starts with a really great quote...
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All sorrows in life stem from the lack of cake. If you had your own cake, you wouldn't bother trying to take away the other person's cake!

And, if the cake you had were beautiful enough, you wouldn't bother trying to melt the icing on that other person's cake!

And if you always had a very beautiful cake that was always beautiful enough, then you would have a smile on your face all the time and wouldn't even care if other people were enjoying their own cakes! Because you'd be enjoying yours, too!

Therefore, I hereby decree that all sorrows can be fixed by many beautiful cakes!

Bake a cake! 
C. JoyBell C.

Bake a cake.

 These were actually the presentation cakes taken to competition.  I had to

show the process from start to finish in FIVE minutes.  Carrying three in various stages

of completion expedited the presentation.

 Pipe a dam.  Add structural support in the center.

 Structural support?  Well, the filling is less dense than the icing;  therefore

inner support is needed, lest the cake sink in.

Add filling of choice and smooth out.

Repeat with next layer.

It doesn't matter if the piped dam isn't quite level,

just make sure the next cake layer going on top is.

Repeat until cake is assembled.

Begin crumb coating cake, working from the bottom up.

Crumb coats seal in the crumbs very well, keeping 

them out of the finished icing.

When the cake is crumb coated, allow to dry

until no longer sticky.  You're ready to decorate!

Use 1M tip to create swirl roses.

Start each rose in the center, swirling outward.  

It doesn't matter which direction swirled.  Consistency

does matter.  Always swirl in the same direction.

 For the next rose, move over only enough to complete

the next rose.  Always start on the same imaginary center line

for the row of roses.

Always stop in the same place, too. I like to leave a bit 

of 'tail' that will be covered by the next rose.

Once the bottom row has been completed, pipe the

next row.  The number of rows is dependent upon

the height of the cake -- and the size of the roses.

Cover the top, working from the outside in.

Swirl roses are, without doubt, the easiest technique to decorate a cake.

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End of presentation...

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And now you know!  Here are a few more swirl rose cakes.  

This was a baby girl's first birthday smash cake.

Same swirl technique, different tip.

And this was the family's cake!

 Thanksgiving cake.

 This was one of the first cakes done.

It took me a little while to get the rose sizes even.

If you encounter the same predicament just 

fill in the spaces however best you can!

Christmas Rant

Christmas Rant?  Are you serious, Mayree?  Well…..  Yes.

And before anyone reads any farther to only get offended, this is a singular Christian perspective.  I’ve never professed to be anything but a member of the Presbyterian Church in America; far from perfect in all aspects of belief, but firmly staid in what I believe (which may or may not be exactly what the PCA stands for).  If you’re not a Christian, stop here. 

Where to start?  Elf on the Shelf.  He/she is as cute as the next holiday tradition but I’m kind of tired of Advent postings of a $29.95Target special making headlines on FB.  Parents have spent considerable amounts of imagination and time to make the elf appear someplace different every morning, usually with a bit of mischief in mind.  It’s to the point that demented Elf on the Shelf postings are enjoyed.  Far worse, though, what are parents teaching?  As a youngster, we studied the Children’s Catechism in Sunday School.  A question and answer ignored during rebellious years but remembered much better as an adult is “Can you see God?  Answer. No; I cannot see God, but he always sees me.”  So then, if a Christian is to train up a child in the way he should go (Proverbs 22: 6), what does it mean that God has been replaced by a cloth and stuffing image  during Christmas?  Let me rephrase that.  How comfortable are you providing an idol to your young child(ren) all for the sake of Christmas fun and tradition?  Ohhhh, Mayree!  It’s just a fun thing for the kids and parents!  Really?  Geez.  And here I thought Christmas was all about Christ and celebrating THE birth…

Next up?  Type A/Perfectionist behavior.  Let it GO already!  It took a very long time for this old gal to let go of perfectionist tendencies (a very long time), but I’m so thankful I did, especially here at Christmas.  But, Mayree!!!  Everything HAS to be perfect!  No.  It doesn’t.  So what if you didn’t get a perfect balance of starches and veggies on the menu!  **snicker** My menu is starch heavy and it’s almost irritating but the day with family and friends celebrating a Savior’s birth trumps perfectly presented victuals.  Oh!  Ran out of wrapping paper?  Tape?  Gift bags?  Nothing is open?  Have you forgotten the magic of Christmas is not in the gifts but in the giving?  What’s that?  You didn’t find/couldn’t afford the one thing your child asked for?  Me neither.  And you know what?  I’m blessed to have children that will love me despite of it.  What are you blessed with?  Whatever physical things are under the tree/on the table are enough.  The day is about sharing and showing gratitude to a God that loves us enough to give us heaven by the birth of His Son, fully God and fully man – and that’s not a thing that can be duplicated on the face of this earth.

Lastly.  The tree/Christmas decorations.  I don’t feel the least bit guilty about not having a tree put up this year.  Why?  First of all, there are no small children (woot! I’m so thankful to have successfully survived to have grown sons).  No one will be over to ooh and ah over perfect placement of lights and ornaments, halls bedecked with lights and greenery, Victorian Santa collection, or any of the other dozen boxes of decorations up in the cabinets.  “But, Mayree, how can you foster the Christmas spirit without having a tree?” you say.  I’ve seen folks agonizing over not getting a tree up until the last minutes, their Christmas villages hastily arranged in a last-ditch effort to ‘get’ the Christmas spirit.  I’d gently admonish the reader that, if it takes the tree/food/gifts/unattainable things to 'get' in the Christmas Spirit, something is amiss.  Something is not quite right.  What is it you want from Christmas?  And, more importantly, why?

I’m no Scrooge, I promise.  I love Christmas the way I love Easter.  The two are so connected that one can’t be thought of without the other.  Both are observances of Something so much larger than a human mind can comprehend, indelibly provided by an Almighty that loves us despite ourselves.  We ought to remember more thoroughly why it is we celebrate, not binding it to any other thing.

Christmas is about love.  It is about family and friends.  And giving.  Give Christmas heart.  Give Christmas your heart.

Christmas rant over!  Now y’all come on down to the Deep South.  It’s supposed to be cooler tomorrow night and there’s wood for a bon fire.  We’ll have hot buttered rums, left over starches, and burn an effigy of an elf!

Merry Christmas, y’all!