The Saturday after we returned from D.C., a friend of mine wanted me to make a cake for her girl's birthday party. Before we left, her daughter had drawn a picture of what she wanted - a 2-tiered heart-shaped cake, with fondant roses, butterfly, and writing. Easy schmeasy.
Because I have 4 kids, I started on the roses on Monday. Plus, fondant roses are a lot easier if you let each layer dry completely before putting on the next layer. And there are 4 layers. All went well. By Thursday evening, the decorations we completely finished, including 21 roses. (I had started with 24, but Zachary had eaten 3 before I caught him.) Beautiful, wouldn't you agree? All I had to do on Friday was bake the cake, ice it, and place the decorations on it. Easy schmeasy.



So, Friday morning I needed to go to the store to buy eggs to make the cake. The store didn't open until 9, so I got the pans ready, made the icing, and then went to the store. When I got home, I turned on the oven, mixed the dry ingredients, measured out the wet, and was about to mix them all together when the phone rang. It was the school nurse, calling to say that Erica wasn't feeling well. She'd had a slight cold all week, but that morning I wondered if she was going to make it through school - just seemed a bit more lethargic. Oh well, I thought, at least I hadn't really gotten into the cake yet. Good timing!
Little did I know how good the timing was! As the kids were getting their shoes on, I smelled something funny. And all of the sudden, it hit me. You see, to keep prying fingers and mouths out of my cake decorations, I often store them in the oven. I'm very careful to put them on my bed and lock the bedroom if I need to use the stove or oven. Except this once. This very day. When I REALLY needed to not have this happen. So I ran to the oven, and sure enough, disaster had struck. The roses, which were neatly placed on toothpicks into a box to keep them upright and well-shaped, were now melted blobs neatly placed on toothpicks on a very warm box. The letters, number, and butterfly had been in a Tupperware container. That Tupperware container was now melted all and dripping all over my oven. Oh, and it was on fire too.


And the birthday girl told me today that it was delicious! :)

My first problem - how to douse the fire. I didn't really want to get the fire extinguisher out. You see, I was in the middle of making a cake, and had cake ingredients out that I didn't feel like ruining. Second, my one experience with a fire extinguisher turned out very messy because the fire extinguisher wouldn't turn off. (Want details? Ask my sister Karen. That was her fire.) Luckily, in a recent conversation with Karen about that fire, she had mentioned that you could use baking soda to put out a grease fire. I know this wasn't a grease fire, but I knew smothering it would work. So I got out the baking soda, threw it on the fire, and voila! the fire was out. Jessie thought that was hilarious - throwing baking soda on a fire. Wanna see what dripping Tupperware looks like? It looks like this:

Anyhow, I took the racks out of the oven, turned on the outside fan, opened the windows, and left to pick up Erica. And that's where I feel fortunate for the timing of the phone call. Because the nurse had called 5 minutes earlier, I might have left before smelling the melting Tupperware. Erica's school is only a few blocks away; I would have definitely left the oven on while I picked her up. And the fire could have grown bigger. Or the box could have caught on fire. Then I would have come home to a real problem.
So I let the oven cool down and started scraping off the goo. Fortunately on the racks, because it was dripping, it was mostly on the top of the oven racks, so I was able to pry it right off. For the parts that were stuck harder, I went downstairs to get James' chisel and hammer. Oh, did I mention James just built a new table down there. And that it's nearly impossible to get around said table. More especially so if you're pregnant. Not so fun. So I cleaned up the oven, baked the cake, and went to work on the decorations. Since Erica was sick, I cancelled her therapy, which actually gave me more time to finish the decorations. Since I'd spent all week making roses, I was a pro at it now, and it didn't take much time. Unbelievably, it all pulled together. Here are the results:
