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Berries and Petals

I baked a cake for a friend's birthday party today. More than the baking, I enjoyed icing this cake. It's a simple vanilla cake with vanilla buttercream. The idea for decoration comes from a cake Chef Lorraine Pascale made. It's a white cake with little flowers constructed from raspberries and almond flakes. So pretty and whimsical, just the kind of cake that'd make me happy if it was presented to me on my birthday. 

I had so much fun decorating and re-decorating the cake while munching on berries, almonds and cream. I used red berries for raspberries as I found them to be more delicate for the flower effect. Red on white is one of my all time favourite combinations and not just at Christmas. 

The final look. Whimsical. 
White and Red 

I started off with a scale-like design along the side. Since I had some extra buttercream, I decided to continue a row on the top too. With the space left on the face, I constructed a few flowers. When done, I stood back and didn't like what I saw. Too messy. Too much going on for a smallish cake. I felt claustrophobic just by looking at it. So, I carefully de-constructed the flowers, flattened the bumpy designs and filled the entire face with just flowers. That is all that's needed after all! 

Messy disaster



  1. I think it's beautiful and not one bit messy.


    1. thanks Janie. you're kind. the last pic is though :)

  2. Very cute - you're good at that.

  3. I'm impressed and Ms Bollywood Princess is impressed too. It looks great. Here's a cake she made back in the day: CLICK! Too bad she gave up on starting her own cake business.

    1. thanks Blue and Mrs.! i can't access the link unfortunately. would love to see it :) i'm sure it's gorgeous!

    2. How odd. Let me try that again: CLICK!


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