My wife styled a baptism for a friend’s child, Noah, and I got to help (said in the style of those little girls helping mom fry with Crisco - a strange idea now). She made the cake and its cute ark topper, macarons, decorated animal cookies, painted the wall hanging, bought all of the stuffed animals, coordinated the flowers… I made the lettering for the wall hanging, the N-O-A-H circles and little arks for the cookie bags, printed the napkins wraps and inflated the balloon clouds. So…mostly her…
Cake topper is edible paint-coated fondant on a foam core. Lemon cake with blueberry cream cheese filling. Chocolate ganache macarons. Buttermilk cupcakes with chocolate frosting.
The circles are Baltic birch painted with chalk paint and then engraved.
The hardest part of the lettering (Baltic birch) was glueing the letters in place without creating a mess. The best way that I found was to cut each line as a set of it’s surrounding wood (Frame) and the letters as a set. Then I taped that row panel to lift the letters and frame. Placed that on the table. Removed the tape. Lifted the frame (wood around the letters) and aligned it to the painting. I elevated the frame off the painting just a few millimeters with shims. Then I put CA glue on the back of each letter and dropped it through it’s outline in the frame and pushed it down on the painting with tweezers. It’s a bit like the reverse of the game “Operation” without the buzzer and light.
My wife has an edge on me. I’m a long time tech industry exec, newly working on laser creations. My wife on the other hand is a CIA-certified wine professional who ran cave events for a winery in Napa, Chicago French Pastry School trained bread baker, Wilton HQ trained cake decorator, former CA florist / caterer, CT shop owner… and now studying calligraphy. I married well. She amazes me every day. We’re in a different market than she’s used to, but we’re having fun figuring out what people like. I’ll post what she did for a wedding a few weeks ago.
And that big creamy “S” always looked SO delicious that I couldn’t resist sneaking a finger full. It never tasted like it looked like it should, but I was young and innocently optimistic, and kept snitching some every time I got a chance, like somehow, some day, it would suddenly be creamy and delicious.
