vintage rosebuds

The sky has looked grumpy all day and now it is pouring. Not just raining, but pouring. Gurgling and spluttering in the down pipes. When it’s like this, I wish we had gargoyles on our roof, like those I admired in Paris. Anyway, I thought I needed to brighten the day with cake. So here’s a picture. I call it vintage rosebuds on primrose. Impossibly pretty and inspired by my love of vintage wallpaper designs and fine china. The rosebud cabochons are moulded by hand in sugar paste, then when dry, hand-painted and glazed so they resemble porcelain. The rain has stopped!

summertime pt 2

Yes...it's chocolate.
Happy days!

summertime pt 1

Summer to me is bright colours, cricket matches, sandy feet, relaxing in the shade with a good book and drinks with lots of ice.

It's the summer holidays in Australia and just about everyone heads to the beach or goes camping to enjoy the beautiful outdoors.

With a nod to our summer, today I am working on a new cake design inspired by the colourful deck chairs, beach towels and umbrellas that are an iconic part of Australian summers. And it's all in chocolate!

happy new year!

I have whiled away the last few afternoons dreaming and sketching some new cake designs for the year ahead.

I love using beautiful papers, ribbons and flowers on my cakes, so you can imagine how thrilled I’ve been to discover some vintage French, double satin ribbons and grosgrains,  dating from the 1930s. I can’t wait to dress up a zesty little lemon drop butter cake in all her finery. She’ll be the belle of any ball!

I wish you a year full of hope and holding hands, and lots of home-made cake.  Happy New Year to you from cake girl x

tidings of comfort & joy!

This week is extremely busy. The oven seems to be on most of every day, and the cakes and pastries are tumbling out of their pans. All my deliveries will have been made by Friday afternoon and by Friday evening I’m ready to put my feet up and fortify myself for the tasks on Christmas Eve which include decorating our Christmas cake.

It is in these quiet moments, when the house is still and the neighbourhood hushed that my mind skims over the number of Christmas cakes I have eaten (and baked) in my life.

I am particularly fond of baking Christmas cakes because it brings back memories of being up late with my mum in the kitchen decorating our family Christmas cake. The house would be quiet at last (just like the Clement Clarke Moore poem)  and we would  speak to each other in whispers  so as not to wake my younger siblings who could stir at any moment. All the lights would be off except for those in the kitchen which made our activity seem more intimate and  magical.

The same decorations were used on the cake year after year. Mum would pull up a stool to reach the highest cupboard and retrieve the old biscuit tin which held them. There was a little old house with a red roof (who could have lived there?), a green bottle brush tree dusted with white to suggest recent snowfall and a small chalk figurine whose painted features had worn away with time. Royal icing was made with egg whites and sugar, whipped by hand  and then spread over the cake like snow drifts. I would help place the decorations on the cake and make ‘footprints’ in the snow leading to the front door.

That the scale was all wrong between the house, the tree and the small figurine meant nothing to me. I wanted these nights in the kitchen with my mum, warm from the fire and the smell of Christmas cake, to go on forever.

The tree, the house and the figurine are long gone. And so has my mum. But every Christmas Eve, when I’m decorating my cake and the lights are low and the house is quiet, my memories of her and Christmas cake bring me tidings of comfort and joy.

joyful & triumphant!

I love making fruit mince pies at Christmastime. There's something joyful about taking sticky, fragrant dried fruits, macerating them until they are plump and glistening, mixing them with ancient spices, enveloping them in a buttery little case and baking them until they look and smell delicious.

I see history and romance in that innocuous bag of dried mixed fruit on the supermarket shelf but acknowledge that it's hardly likely to have that affect on the majority of shoppers.

Today is perfect for making my mince pies. And unexpected. The temperature is a very reasonable 21. Usually at this time of year I have to crank the air conditioning up so that it's possible to work with the pastry without becoming entangled with it. But today, my little mince pies are behaving nicely and turning out a treat. Triumphant!

christmas is coming!

Today is the first day of summer in Australia and Christmas is just around the corner!

Once we hit December, the whole house moves into a different gear. The charcoal is stocked up for the long, languorous barbeques ahead, the ice-cream maker moves back into the kitchen, the jugs of iced tea start to appear, and christmas baking goes on long into the night.

As I sit out under the stars on these warm nights, listening to the fruit bats in the distance, with the scent of frangipani and gardenias on the breeze, I like to reflect on the year that is drawing to a close and the excitement of Christmas and all that is the very best that it can be.

A new advent calendar is hung, Bing Crosby and Doris Day are dusted off for another year of crooning, and all my favourite Christmas books and movies move to the top of the pile. I make lists of ingredients to gather, presents to find and jobs to do that are the pattern of my life at this time every year, and I love it!