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it's around this time every year that i remember fondly my father's violent hatred for easter grass - the crinkly green plastic strips that line easter baskets, and those big novelty eggs filled with bunny-shaped chocolates. the holidays just seem to totally disagree with someone so organized. confetti, tinsel, and easter grass. vacuum all day and you still won't get every piece. in palatine, the final stubborn decorations are usually uncovered when my dog snowball is found eating them.

have been enjoying the world of baking and caking lately. the interest grew from an insecurity about trusting my wedding cake to a danish bakery who would either make something super healthy and therefore not celebratory enough, something traditional and therefore not pretty enough, or something perfect and therefore not inexpensive enough. because who can honestly afford living here. i do all my shopping on ebay because this place is bananas.

anyway. i have been honing my skills, both on the baking and decorating side, and the goal is to champion my wedding cake. my allies are martha stewart and wilton.com, and i am just trucking along. here's a picture of my easter cake, which i finished last night. the top has an orange filling and the bottom has strawberry-rhubarb: little easter fatty.
lots of fun.

does feel a bit pointless to spend so much time beautifying something that is just going to be cut into pieces, chewed and digested after. but c'est la vie.

happy easter.