My goal for yesterday was to fashion at least one acceptable fondant gymnast.
When I looked at all the supplies waiting on the kitchen table, I thought, Not right now, Satan, and I put on my yard clothes and went outside.
I mowed our yard and part of Nanny's yard, moved some wood chips to the vegetable garden, dug up crabgrass from the rows. It was close to 1 p.m. by the time I came home, showered, and sat down at the table to make a gymnast.
The night before, I'd re-watched the video that inspired the work and suspected that the artist was using gum paste even though the supply list said fondant. I had bought some gum paste to mix with fondant to make it stiffer. I decided to try straight gum paste.
And it worked.
I made a little figure, doing the splits, with her arms raised in victory. She's sitting on the table, waiting for a cake. This morning, her arms are still in the air, and her butt hasn't sunk into a globby puddle. While she is not the handsomest little creature, I consider her a SUCCESS and have halted further fondant efforts.
The cake-baking happens today, decorating Friday, eating Saturday.
I presented Granddaughter #3 with her quilt last night. She was tired after a long day of swimming, but she seemed touched by the gift. After the "unveiling," I folded the quilt wrong side out and laid it across the back of a chair at the table, next to where the Little Rotten Baby was sitting, while I visited another minute. The LRB was eating a cookie that had been decorated with purple frosting . . . .
Yep.
Maybe it'll come out in the wash.
At least it's on the back side.
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