There must be a reason this blog is still around, I think. I stopped posting nearly two years ago, but here it is, still existing.
I think I've known.
I've known that this blog would come back, eventually.
I think I'm just about ready. I've got all kinds of pretty/tasty ideas floating through my head.
I think I know why I quit and why I want to keep going.
It is not some deep, dark rooted thing. No, it is a matter of taste.
You see, I do not like fondant or jam, I do not like it Sam I am.
(Truthfully, I'm okay with jam, but fondant didn't rhyme with Sam.)
Fondant, oh, how I curse thee.
I tried, really tried to like it, but it got to the point where I couldn't be proud of what I made because I couldn't actually eat it. What good is a cake if it just looks pretty? Fondant has the effect of finding a hair in my salad. If I make a fondant covered cake, I can't eat it. End of story. The whole cake is guilty by association.
So, from here on out, it's anything but fondant. Ganache, buttercream, mousse? I can't promise meringue, but I promise I might try?
If I won't eat it, I won't post it.