A friend (Jocelyn Qualls) from my days of living in downtown Dallas, moved with her husband and little boy to New york for her husband to attend law school. I committed to bake something for her going away party, but had no idea at the time that I was going to attempt fondant--and black fondant at that. Little did I know that black was THE hardest color to get with fondant. Oh the innocence back then! The cake wasn't that great in my opinion, but it definitely got a lot of attention. There were so many blemishes and imperfections but overall, I think it turned out alright considering it was my first one EVER. I remember telling Todd how horrible it was and how embarrased I was to take it to a party. I was so close to throwing it out and just running to the store (even though the party was on a Sunday). I was so stressed and frustrated. It's a miracle that experience didn't ruin it for me. I guess it was the end result that was the most rewarding. Seriously, I think the things that are the hardest, that require the most time, lots of effort, frustration, and almost tears, are the things we cherish the most.
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