Today I went to the Arrow Paper Party store in my mom's town to get some cool supplies for my upcoming project, making space themed cupcakes for the autistic kids in my mom's play. It really made me miss the New York Cake and Baking Distributors right across the street from my cake class.(Where the above pictures are from...I thought this one lady working there was gonna have me killed and ground into marzipan for taking a picture inside the store....but I braved it, for the random people that may want to get a load of this wonderland of sprinkles.)
Speaking of marzipan:
I've never been a fan of marzipan before, and yet, the marzipan day in my cake class stands out as a sparkling and magical day. For the 3 days before that, as soon as we came into class we made a diferent kind of buttercream frosting. I had been having trouble keeping up with everyone else. The assistant for our class was this really cool chick Sonia that told me I should read the recipe beforehand and visualize the whole process, and then I could definately do things faster. (I have alot of room for improvement, that's for sure.)
So the next day was day 4 where we're gonna have to go in and make marzipan, and my metro north train is delayed on the track for some reason. I knew, staring out the window at the brick buildings of South Norwalk, that I would be pretty late. So in lieu of being there on time, I read over the marzipan recipe and visualized the whole process....putting the bowl on the mixer and lifting the lever and every dumb little bit of it.
I got in late just as we were about to get started on making stuff, and I flew through the process really happily...watching it come together, feeling the nice texture, smelling the almonds. Looking around the class I thought I must have missed have missed a step or be doing it wrong if my slow pokey butt was actually somewhat ahead of anyone, but I was doing it right. Granted, it's really not difficult at all, but hey. I got some great advice that worked, and I'm passing it on! (Hopefully, if someone reads this post....)
I've been trying to apply that to alot of other things now in my life, especially dinner. I hate having almost no idea when I'm going to be done cooking.I mess up my cooking over and over again because I'm hungry and impatient and don't know what I'm doing.....A brand new day is dawning! I can read the recipe the day before, or in the morning, or during a commercial break while I'm watching tv...familiarize and absorb the information sometime before I have to actually make it happen.
Some of my friends are awesome cooks and have no need for such applied study when cooking simple things, But since I'm me and not them, this is a fine concept that I'm really excited about. I'm making my mom pick out a recipe and cook once a week now while I'm staying with her. I remind her to read the recipe over the night before when she's relaxed. (Trust me, she needs it.) I come from a long line of bad cooks, but the cuisine of this family is in an upward spiral. I can taste the victory.

Back to marzipan, my cake decorating teacher told me that they do the best marzipan work in Sicily. The picture above is from the blog "All Things Sicilian and More". This is so cool! The lambs are filled with citron jam or pistachio paste. I'm glad to hear that because I don't really want to bite into a huge hunk of pure marzipan. Filling it...GREAT IDEA! Good going Sicilians!
In short, something I had formerly dismissed turns out to be awesomely fun and interesting. Sculpting marzipan: lot's of fun, lot's of creative potential.
It's all one color and then you dye it with food coloring. The brown marzipan was my favorite because you mix in chocolate liqueur and cocoa powder. The smell as I was kneading it was beyond amazing. Problematically, I had finally rolled it up into balls and had a hell of a time resisting walking up to people and saying "Would you like to smell my balls?".














