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Guest Post: Doodle Cakes

Written By: Jenn - Apr• 25•11

Move over, Cake Boss, there’s a new Sheriff in town.

We all know at least one person who doesn’t realize just how fabulous she is, and Doodle Cakes is that, in spades. An artist extraordinaire, she continues to outdo herself with each delectable creation. Where Carlos (of Cake Boss fame) leads an entire team, Doodle is but one extraordinary cake creationist, putting together memory-after-cherished-memory for her lucky patrons on their special days. From simple and elegant to extravagant and over-the-top glamorous, she does it all.

Not only does she do these fabulous cakes, but she also designs her children’s Hallowe’en costumes pretty much every year – and they are extraordinary, let me tell you. She also fit me into her crazy schedule and helped me design and create the beautiful black faux suede (with gold embroidery) music folders I gifted to the members of Main Street for Christmas a couple of years ago.

I’ve featured Doodle Cakes on my blog many times, but I’m so pleased she’s finally agreed to put something in her own words!


A letter to Jenn.

To my dear friend Jenn,

Oh, The stress you have caused me the last few weeks by asking me to do a “Guest Spot” on your blog. You know I adore you. And I certainly wouldn’t do it for anyone else…

I’ll be the first to admit I’m not a chatty person. I’m not “Bloggy”, as it’s plainly evident on my own blog, Doodle Cakes. I would love to be eloquent, and have fascinating stories to keep you all glued to your chairs and screens, reading and laughing. Alas, I am but a simple mom of 4 human children, 3 canine ones, 4 feline ones and 2 rodent ones. Yep. You can pick up your jaw, as most people do when I casually mention all this to anyone who asks. I am busy. Between raising my brood and all the rest, I bake. I love to bake. I hate cooking, but LOVE baking.

I’ve often been asked; “What kind of cakes to you prefer to make?”

Well, that is a complicated question, actually. I get to bounce from Weddings to birthdays, from celebrations to all around, hilarious cakes. I never get “bored” because I am never creating the same kind of cakes over and over again. I have to admit that I do have a particular “soft spot” for making funny cakes. I love sitting there and giggling as I create.

How did I start all this? It’s a funny story. My actual background and degree is in Fashion Design. I used to be head designer for a Team Sports uniform company WAY back before the onset of my lovely minions. Once I started my family, and as my oldest started school, I wanted to bring treats to the kids in the classroom, and I started making cupcakes. I fast became the “Cupcake Queen” of the school. As my family grew, so did my passion. I would NEVER consider bringing the SAME cupcakes to all classrooms! They all had to be different.

Then came… CAKE. Would you believe me if I said that it all started at Michael’s? Yup. Just like many other cake enthusiasts. A friend of mine asked me to join her in her cake classes. Well, I did. And as I sat there the first time, attempting to ice my cake, I wanted to cry. There I was, trying SO hard to ice a cake in buttercream, and failing. Not only that, but failing miserably!!! All the other students – including my friend – left the class with beautifully iced and decorated cakes, while I left with a white BLOB. As if THAT wasn’t bad enough, then came the buttercream roses. To use a term my kids have been using WAY too much lately: EPIC FAIL

As you can see… I didn’t give up.

I finished my course at Michael’s, and then I did two more. That was it. The rest, I am proud to say, is self-taught. Since then though, I have abandoned most of what I was taught in those classes, and came up with my own techniques (…sorry Michael’s!) They did however, teach me the basics, from which I was able to develop from there. But… please, PLEASE don’t ever ask me to make a buttercream rose again. EVER!!! ;) That experience was just too traumatic for me!

Fast forward from those early classes to the events and recognition I have gotten since then in my cake making journey. Jenn surprised me one day with my own Blog! How amazing is she? :) From my blog one day, I saw a few “hits” coming from the Cake Wrecks website. Now, keep in mind the trauma of the buttercream rose was still fresh in my psyche. Here I was thinking “Oh no!! Someone thinks my cake is a WRECK!!!” but to my lovely surprise, it was on their Sunday Sweets edition, in which I have now been featured 3 times (here and here) and can’t wait for the next!

Then came Cake Central Magazine. Jacquie from the magazine contacted me and asked me to create a cake based on a picture. No guarantees on making “the cut”, but as the cliche goes, I was thrilled to be asked. (It made the cut….WOoohOooooO!)

Next my dear friend (from the Michael’s classes era) asked me to enter a cake competition along with her. I figured “WHY NOT?” and paid my entry fee. The goodie bag offered for the competitors was FABULOUS – how can I not do it just for that reason alone?? Oh but I can’t begin to express, how stressed… freaked out… completely panicked I was at the very thought of one of my cakes being judged, let alone judged by my Idol, Courtney Clark (of Cake Nouveau, TLC and a Food Network Champion). I dropped off my entry on the deadline morning… carefully took it out of my truck and brought it in… only to be floored by the other entries. I actually considered taking it back and leaving right then and there. However, my dear husband convinced me otherwise (Plus I knew I wouldn’t get the above mentioned goodie bag if I pulled out!)

Inspiration in Wonderland

The thought of staying there while the cakes were being judged was simply not an option. There was no way I could handle that. So off to the beach I went with my family for the day. There may have been a few tears in there somewhere… OK, it was like Niagara Falls. Couldn’t stop them from falling! My family and friends, knowing how stressed out I was, made me relax and just enjoy the day at the beach. “WHO CARES what happens – I did it! It’s done. Ok.”

We came home that evening to a phone call. THE phone call. I had won… FIRST PLACE! Not only that, but of the PROFESSIONAL DIVISION!

Winner! Prize Package

Little ol’ me!! I still can’t believe it to this day. Now of course I wish I had stayed and met Courtney Clark in person and had my picture taken with her. But I was a chicken. A HUGE chicken.

The biggest stress since then has been… let’s see. Ah yes. Just last Monday, when my oldest son handed me a Bake Sale form (actually, he left it sitting on the table for me to find). A form that I was SUPPOSED to get the THURSDAY before that! The donations were for Wednesday, only 2 days from then! My cakes always bring in a nice amount for any of their fundraisers, and the staff always look forward to them. I wanted to make something, but WHAT in so short a time frame? It had to be at the school on Wednesday morning by 8 AM! There I was, Monday Morning, no prep work done, no ideas, no nothing. Well, from that panicked moment came the “Spring Chick” cake, which actually… I am really happy with.

So now, what could the next stressful date be? I have cake orders every week that are often quite involved, but they don’t stress me out anymore.

No, the real stress is that contest that I entered and won LAST year. It’s being held again later this year. Now I get to decide…

DO I enter again? …or DON’T I??

Doodle Cakes

 

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Written By: Jenn - Apr• 20•11
Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

Click here for info and background on this weekly event!

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Shadow

    Veiled in lightness, smiles
    Undercurrents of something
    Too strong to follow

Steamy shadows lurk
Welcome… and yet forbidden
Desire rules, a dream

    Many years to go
    Shadows of past laughter. Life.
    Quiet now. So still.

Where to go from here?
Actions speak louder than words
Don’t talk. Just show me.

Folks, a quick note about comments: I do visit everyone, but a few of you don’t have Name/URL enabled on your blogs, and I CAN’T comment in that case (and prefer not to have to email). Take a moment to enable that, will you? There are other ways to combat spam and still allow people with their own domains to leave their homage to your greatness ;)

Next week’s theme: Freestyle (anything you want)


Note: Nothing makes me happier than to see new people getting “hooked on haiku”! Keep it going to make it to the Hooked on Haiku List

To participate in this week’s event, please use the following code in your post on your own blog (if you don’t have a blog, post your Haiku as a comment):

 

Things that bug me.

Written By: Jenn - Apr• 19•11

There are things in this world that bug me.

Actually, there are also things that seriously annoy me, and things that drive me completely around the bend. Being the passionate lass that I am, there are fewer “bug me” than “around the bend” on my list, but that’s another story altogether. I digress.

Alarm clocks.

I absolutely resent having to wake up to noise. Even melodic noise – it’s all an intrusion. This morning, however (actually, yesterday, because I am writing this Monday morning and scheduling it for tomorrow… err… today… whatever.) the thing that really annoyed the beejeebers out of me was the Hubby. Hrm. He doesn’t deserve a capital. Today he’s just “the hubby”. No – NO. Today he’s just “that husband of mine”. Anyway. He knows that I can’t wake up to an alarm clock. He knows that the only way to really get me to wake up is to ever-so-gently touch my shoulder, and oh-so-quietly say my name. He’s known that for 20 years. TWENTY YEARS, people. So what did he do this morning? This morning after I’d had only about 2 hours sleep, because of – well, I’ll address that later -what did he do? He poked me. Hard. No, I’m not kidding. And when I didn’t respond, because, well, I was still sleeping and really really really tired… he poked me AGAIN. HARDER. Oh. Do not poke me. Don’t EVER poke me. Especially when I’m exhausted and don’t respond well to intrusion. Still, I didn’t freak out, but I did move. A little bit. Trying to wake up but really not succeeding very well. So what did he do? He slammed the alarm clock with his hand, accidentally knocking it off the bedside table, and then started yelling. Yelling! Like a 2 year old having a tantrum. I kid you not.

Here is where I insert the “don’t worry, he’s not a violent or abusive man, and not even usually a big jerk. Usually.”

This big 2 year old had about 8 hours of sleep last night. To my 2. But… it was “my turn” to get up with Wee One. And it was one of his (3) day(s) off. When do I get a day off? When I’m dead I guess.

Oh, I got up alright. I was planning to anyway, but having some difficulty doing so is all. 2 hours sleep is rather hard on me. Sleep and I don’t see a lot of each other. Combine that with me managing our household – and by that I mean everything, including finances, decisions, parenting our 6 and 16 year olds and managing their busy days, not to mention my own businesses (yes, plural) – all pretty much by myself, and a big concert this weekend that I not only sang my heart out in but worked on before AND after for setup and take down/clean up, and I would say that makes me rather mentally and physically over-worked.

So yeah, I got up, and so did he, both sniping at each other and making the kids a little freaked out at the same time. We don’t usually have arguments, and when we do they’re never in the morning, and hardly ever when the kids are within earshot – really bad form to argue with kids around. This was a completely bizarre turn of events.

The big baby went back to bed – and frankly he can stay there all day for all I care – and I’m sitting here mainlining caffeine to stay awake. And abusing my keyboard by pounding out a post I may or may not publish… writing is cathartic though, so even just putting it down in words helps calm me down. I guess if you’re reading this, I went ahead with the “publish” and decided against the “or not”. Maybe some other overworked do-it-all woman will read this and give me a mental high-5 in commiseration. Or a hug, because I could sure use a good one right about now.

Don’t worry, it’ll blow over. I’m just venting. It’s probably not even worth going on about but just seems that way because I’m so pissed off. And so very, very tired.

Know what else bugs me? The way Americans have to put “fish” after “tuna”. Why call it tunafish? Of course it’s fish… what else would it be? Damn Americans. (oh come on, you know I love you. Well, most some of you.)