I often joke that it’s too bad waitressing doesn’t pay better, since that is my one great talent in life. Seriously, guys: I was a really, really good waitress. I may not be the smartest, prettiest, most athletic or most creative individual, but damn am I good at waiting tables. I worked as a waitress at several different restaurants back in my late teens and early twenties, and I’m pretty sure I know how professional athletes at the top of their game feel — I was that good.
(Except for the one time I dropped a ramekin of sour cream on some dude’s pants. And the other time I messed up the check for a party of eight and they got in a screaming match with my manager over how much they owed until I suddenly remembered that one of them had already paid for their portion of the check like an hour earlier and that I did in fact have his cash payment in my apron the whole time. Other than that, I was impeccable.)
The fact that I was so good at waitressing is actually somewhat unfortunate, because who the hell wants their one talent to be waitressing? How boring! Luckily, I was reminded this weekend that I actually do have one other talent lurking beneath the rest of my mediocre capabilities: I am surprisingly good at baking and decorating cakes and cupcakes!
This is particularly shocking since outside of the Universe of Baked Goods I am truly the least artistic person on the planet — I can barely write my name in a straight line, and forget about drawing or painting or sculpting or anything cool like that. But I worked at a cake and candy supply store in high school, and I picked up some tricks of the trade. I’m no Cake Boss, but I know just enough to make things look impressive…and just enough to make me the go-to dessert-maker for any family event.
(Which is a blessing and a curse. Usually a curse. Do you have any idea how long this shit takes?!)
This weekend was my little sister’s wedding shower, and I whipped up four dozen cupcakes (half chocolate, half carrot cake) and decorated them with owls (because she likes them and because they’re cute. Duh.) Indulge me for a moment and allow me to show off my handiwork:
Not bad, right?! I still can’t claim this as my greatest talent, though, if only because it took me nine hours to make these, largely because I wasn’t brilliant enough to realize that I could have simply purchased an owl-shaped cookie cutter to cut out the owl shapes, a fact that dawned on me at 1am after I had just spent three hours hand-cutting four dozen fondant owls. If cake decorating was really my thing, I would have thought of that ahead of time!
I would never miss something so obvious while waitressing.
Now, would you ladies care for some dessert, or shall I bring the bill?