Pickeld and Baked

Hey sugar friends!

I want to tell you about this Pickle Cake. My friend ordered a cake for her husband, whatever I wanted to do (YAY!). He sells pickles, a true pickle diller. Check him out on Facebook (Popkens Pickles). I made cookies for his birthday last year and I knew I wanted to make him a pickle cake this year, because it’s weird and that’s what I do. So I had this grand scheme to make this cake as a character standing on legs with a crown and a sign; The Pickle King Cake. I know the sketch is some major artwork. Stay with me here.

It would be my first gravity defying cake. I was super excited–too excited. I started looking into it and asked 3 of my very good cake friends about the structure needed and such. I had the whole thing laid out. All I needed was…my husband (super smart gizmo guy). Well I showed my husband and apparently all we needed was power tools and money to buy those tools. So I scraped that and went with it sitting instead of standing.

I got to work.

I made the cake out of my friends pickle brine as he had told me a while back he would like to have pickle cupcakes sometime. I spent 6 plus hours decorating this cake. I lost track after some point. The first time it looked like a big watermelon. Whomp whomp; scrapped it. The 2nd time I tried texturing it and shaping it and I ended up with a large green weird shaped thing.
I hated it. I really did. It didn’t look like a pickle. It didn’t look like anything but some green monster. It was 1 AM and I was exhausted mentally and physically. I went to bed and hoped it would look better in the morning but to be honest I didn’t sleep at all that night. I didn’t even take a picture of it. No progress shots.

Sunrise came, toddler alarm went off, husband hit the snooze for me but came back shortly to let me know the cake had broken overnight. The fondant was too heavy, the cake too light and moist (had to use the word, cringe it’s okay) . I peeled the fondant off and moved the cake aside.

It was time for plan C. Feeling like I was on a Food Network Challenge I jumped to it, the cake was due in 4 hours. I baked off a vanilla sheet cake and put it in the freezer. I carved it to the shape I wanted. I used cake clay to give it some rounded height. I sent my husband (can we give this guy some props) to go and get me MORE fondant because I had exhausted my supply the night before. I didn’t want to scrap the pickle cake as that was the big surprise from me so I made cake balls and then I remembered how much my friend liked to say “Secure the Bag” and knew I could make little money bags out of these guys. They ended up with way more cake than they asked for but the end project was better than what I had the night before and looked closer to what I sketched. They super happy, I was happy. My job was done and it was done well.

When I first started doing cakes I would let any little slip up stop me. I would quit before I even saw the finish line. The first sign of discouragement was my chosen end sign. Somewhere along the way I let my passion out and it lit my determination. Please know if you are starting out every experience is a learning experience. Failure is your first step to awesome. Whatever your goals may be don’t give up and remember if plan A doesn’t work there are 25 other letters in the alphabet and an infinite amount of numbers. Keep going.

Happy Baking,


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Shannon Orr

Baker, caker and cookie art maker.

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