Cry Me a River
Modern things like washing machines, dish washers, cars, televisions, computers, etc., are great things for which I am grateful for. On the other hand, what is wrong with a little honest hard work? Apparently a lot, since I don't do it very often and usually try to find ways to avoid it when at all possible. Although, I have heard that the best things come from hard work.
There is a wedding this weekend here in Waverly, and I have the privilege of creating the wedding cake. The fact that I will be doing something that will make the wedding day of those two people a little better is a nice feeling, but I am still not really looking forward to the day and a half of work that will go in to producing that cake. The good part is always when you get the cake there without messing it up and it still looks how it was meant to look. Then you take a few pictures and leave. Yea, job (well?) done. The hard part seems to come the next day or so when I realize that I have no idea if the bride and groom liked the cake or if the guests thought it tasted good. All I know is that I got it there in one piece and nothing fell apart before I left. Who knows what happened later. Did the cake tip over? Did a child stick a hand in it before the reception really began? I might never know.
It is fairly hard work to make a large wedding cake. There is a lot of standing and bending and squeezing icing through a piping bag which can end up giving you carpal tunnel. I do really enjoy the creative part of it when it comes to the building and decorating of the cake. The part that gets old is the endless baking and icing mixing that takes significantly longer in comparison to the decorating.
I know, I know, you are all saying, "cry me a river". A day and a half of hard work once in a while is no big deal. I agree, but I am exceedingly lazy as it turns out, so I decided to vent a little about it here. Hopefully all of you out there are having many rewarding things in your life that have come from your hard work.