Ghetto Cake

Ta-DAAAAH!

The final cake from my cake decorating class looks almost edible, does it not?  Particularly considering that, underneath all the fondant, frills, and flowers, the cake looks like this:

I have no clue why it was so crumbly, and therefore messy to ice; nor do I know why this normally fluffy 3-tiered cake came out more like a 2-tiered lump today.  Oh, well; as my mom is fond of saying, "It all goes down the same."  And I hope she'll keep saying that, as she'll be one of the ones eating it.

(On a side note: turns out, fondant is not nearly as forgiving as I thought it would be.  I figured it would cover the lumps and lopsided-ness without me having to do much else.  Shockingly, I was wrong.  Hence all the extra flowers and bows and ruffles.)

The instructor, true to form, managed to annoy the hell out of me within the first seven minutes of class.  That is all the time it took for her to decide to use my ghetto cake to demonstrate that the fondant with which we were about to cover the cakes wouldn't stick to the icing by itself.  And how did she prove that the icing wasn't 'sticky', you may ask?  Why, by patting both her hands repeatedly on top of the cake I was hoping to later ingest, of course!

I had a premonition she wouldn't be able to keep from touching my food.  So, I hope it didn't seem too out of line when I slapped her away, yelling, "Get your damn hands off my tiers, bitch!"

If there is a Wilton Cake-Making blackball list somewhere, I'm pretty sure I'm now on it.