tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84287132885645164682012-01-21T09:13:20.122+11:00because I like eating food that looks pretty..KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-37409984606982535952011-11-28T19:16:00.001+11:002011-11-28T21:33:53.606+11:00

I did something bad. But I liked it. No, I didn’t kiss a girl, a’la Katy Perry (Man, this blog post got weird pretty fast, huh?). Instead, I ate my own weight in macarons. And I liked it. One-of-them tasted like cherry chapstick :) Tis the season to eat macarons, kiddies! November has rolled around again, which can only mean one thing.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZUMBO. Now, let’s celebrate by

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It was my Daddy’s 50th Birthday last week and I had no idea what I was going to bake for him. A golf themed cake? Tour de France? Several brainstorming sessions with work colleagues resulted in various ideas being thrown back at me with a giant LAME attached to it. It was one week out and I was getting desperate. I consulted MummyB. Surely after 20 something years of marriage she’ll know what

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If you’re ever short of cake inspiration, you’ve come to the right place. A moving, flashing robot cake, a seven foot tall solar system and a talking frog cake.. Buddy Valastro and his big, loud Italian family have attempted every type of novelty cake you could think of! If you happen to be a part of a large Italian family, or even if you’ve watched the movie ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’,

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Just this weekend the boyfriend, Michael, and I spent a lazy few days in the Southern Highlands. A quick hour and a half drive from Sydney, Bowral is the perfect location for a short getaway, particularly in the Autumn/Winter when the leaves are turning orange and the air is fresh and crisp. Perfect! A few months ago I picked up a Cudo voucher for the new Gilbraltar Hotel (more on that

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I have a friend. Shock horror, I know. He’s pretty cool. We work together and sometimes drink at hip new Sydney bars together. Recently, he decided to become a vegan for a month - purely for a bet. One alcohol fuelled night my friend bet his mates that he could go vegan for a whole month. Typical males. Now, he is writing a blog about it. You can follow his adventures here. During the last few

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Today we're going to learn how to make a gumpaste mask. But first, a more pressing matter. Check out this wicked apron I got for Christmas.. Tehaha Love it. Ok. Now onto more important things.. lets learn how to make this.  You will need; Gumpaste – any chosen colour Cornflour Rolling pin Scissors Knife Baking paper Cling wrap Led pencil Plastic Mask Royal icing Piping bag plus tips Sparkles!

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Today I had a sudden realisation. You may recall that my Mac died a few weeks ago and I lost everything (promise this is the last time I will harp on about the bloody mac!). Well, today I realised that I'd lost all my music from years past, music that I firmly believe helped shape me into the person that I am today. Music has always been a big part of my life. In high school I was a total punk

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But seriously, show me some lovin'! St Patrick's Day is just around the corner and every year I celebrate at the local Irish pub near my work, eating Guinness Pie with mash and drinking several pints of Guinness. Oh and also avoiding all serious work by devoting myself to making countless origami clovers. Good day! My Mother's ancestors came out from Ireland some many years ago, but if you need

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 I couldn’t wait any longer to show you what I’ve been working on for the last week. Tah-Dah! It’s so puuuuurrrrtttttyyyy!  I was asked to make this cake for a masquerade themed 21st birthday party; however the birthday girl had no idea about it up until cake time. SURPRISE! I’m really happy with how it turned out. I would have liked the colour to have been a bit more ‘teal’, but there were some

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Have you ever seen the movie ‘Super Size Me’ by Morgan Spurlock? It’s actually one of my favourite movies, I even used it for my HSC Drama studies. You may or may not remember Morgan discussing how “a pancake-wrapped creation..won my heart in Texas”. Well guess what. After much anticipation (and protesting by all of the 35 facebook fans who support ‘Bring the McGriddle to Australia') the

KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-32772767174289607232011-02-24T02:15:00.001+11:002011-02-24T20:34:21.785+11:00

G’day Chooks. As I have mentioned in my recent posts, I have been without a working camera for some time. I am (not so) secretly longing for an SLR to call my own, but as someone who knows nothing about giant, high powered cameras I am yet to delve in that deep (help please?). Last week was my birthday. I turned 19.. again.. for the 5th time! ;) I got spoilt, most notably by my boyfriend,

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Recently, MummyB had a birthday. Exciting times. We went out and ate Chinese food. It was yum. I made dessert. Being a week night it was a bit hard to find time for a big, fondant covered monstrosity of a cake. Lucky for me, MummyB loves pecan pies. I’m pretty sure she’d eat pecan pies everyday for the rest of her life, if she could without the threat of obesity or heart failure. Being the

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Next up is the flashy part. The bit that all us girls swoon over. We have hundreds of them in our wardrobe, but never seem to find the right pair when you’re rushing to get ready. Shoes, glorious shoes. Let’s make one. What you will need; Gum paste/Modelling paste (in your chosen colour, plus a little in white or black for the sole of the shoe) Cornflour Skewers Small knife Rolling pin Royal

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Hello Kidlets! Welcome to 2011. Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas and New Years.Sorry it’s taken me so long to get back here. I was shaking my booty at Falls Festival for New Years, and then I returned home to a nasty case of bronchitis! Thanks, 2011! Ya big jerk. When I left you last year I had just completed a 21st Shoe Box cake. Remember? Good. Great. On we go. As promised, here is 

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G’day my lovelies. Just a quick post to show you what I’ve been up to for the last week or so..   (Photo credit: Ben Wares Photography) The stunning Miss Kasia turned 21 this month, and I was lucky enough to be asked to make her cake. I’ve known Kasia for a year or two now, and she is a very unique girl. She is extremely outgoing and definitely not a shy person. She is unbelievably friendly,

KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-46388382000461704122010-12-12T16:55:00.000+11:002010-12-12T16:55:38.720+11:00

Food bloggers, Assemble! Now all I need is a giant horn or seashell to blow on and the team will come a running! The second annual Sydney Food Bloggers Christmas Picnic took place this weekend in the gorgeous Centennial Park. 50 plus foodies ventured out from behind their slr’s and macbooks with food and Kris Kringle presents in hand to celebrate the silly season together.  Big shout out to

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What’s your favourite holiday? Christmas? Your birthday? Halloween?Mine is 7-Eleven day. Ok, not exactly a holiday. But it should be. I mean, it’s free slurpees. It was on again, for young and old. An annual race around Sydney to devour as many free slurpees as humanly possible. The challenge. Beat last year’s total of 9 slurpees in a shorter time frame. This year, the almighty powers at 7-Eleven

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If I had my own way, I’d easily sleep in til 10am, 11am, even 12pm every day. Unfortunately The Boy likes to rise at 7am. It’s a trying fact in our relationship and something that we are currently working through. Lucky for me, he is away at the moment. And shamefully, this means that he missed me dragging my tired ass out of bed at 6am this Saturday in search of macarons. I would have received

KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-63599538912432440492010-10-28T21:56:00.000+11:002010-10-28T21:56:04.618+11:00

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. It’s ok to be jealous. It’s pretty much the best costume ever. And so versatile. Going to a Christmas party? Dress in green, whack some big red baubles on your ears and go as Christmas Barbie in-a-box! Grandma’s 80th birthday? Grab some comfy shoes, a cardigan and a blue rinse. Hello Grandma Barbie in-a-box. The same goes for men, just as a Ken (or Barbie if

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I love weddings. The dancing, the food, the copious amounts of alcohol. Oh, and not to mention all the love. So much love! Last weekend my SIL married her prince charming. The weather was perfect, the dress was perfect, the location was perfect, the food was perfect and the wedding cake.. well, it turned out alright! :)You may remember when I had the pleasure of making Nads and Robdog a French

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"Umm.. big chocolate craving then?" asks the teenager at the checkout. "Nah mate, just your average Tuesday night", I reply as I pile 2 kilograms of chocolate onto the register. And this photo isn't even the full load. Add an extra 3 kilos of dark chocolate and 1.5 litters of pure cream, among other things.. Any guesses about what I'm up to? Just promise you'll keep your fingers crossed for

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It’s been 2 months since my last post. Forgive me. But I have a good excuse. I’ve been without internet, you see. But last week the internet gods smiled down on me and supplied me with a super fast ADSL2 line. Let me catch you up on what’s been happening in the life of KayB these last couple of months.. 1.       I went on a roadtrip to Queensland for Splendour in the Grass. Miss Moon and JayB

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Rainbows and sunshine and ponies, oh my! My dearest, most favourite, little baby sister turned 21 this month. Shannon is actually my best friend’s little sister, try to keep up people.  Both of these gorgeous girls are my family, and I love them both so much!  (Shannon on the left, BecFace on the right). Twenty ten is a big year in cakes for Miss KayB, for example in October this year I

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How do you know if an elephant has been hiding in your fridge? ..There are footprints in the butter!  How do you know if an elephant has been messing with your cupcakes? ..There are footprints in the buttercream!  Oh, I am hilarious! Somebody stop me! Seriously, stop me. Baz, my father-in-law, loves elephants. He collects them. Not real ones. I'm pretty sure that's illegal without the correct

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My best friend Moon is awesome. She makes me awesome mixed tapes. She shows me awesome things. She takes me awesome places. She also introduced me to the awesome blog, Jim's Pancakes.  Basically, Jim makes really amazing pancakes for his gorgeous daughter, Allison. And by amazing I don't mean taste wise (although I'm sure they also taste fantastic), I mean they are amazingly designed!

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Last week I received an email. I receive lots of emails, but this one grabbed my attention.  Subject line “Did you know you had the power to help a homeless dog?”I currently have three gorgeous pups. And the thought of these beautiful creatures without a roof over their heads and without a loving family just breaks my heart. As I’m writing this, my eldest girl is circling around my feet. There’s

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If I died tomorrow I’d want the last thing I ate to be Bun Bo Xao. No, not a cake. Vietnamese food. I am addicted. My idea of the perfect meal is a big bowl of beefy lemon grass, fish sauce goodness, followed by a taro pearl milk tea from Easy Way (Yes, I’m also addicted to Easy Way. I’ve passed this addiction onto The Boy. Stop judging me). (I'm always oddly entertained by the cutlery and

KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-29413881910481871042010-06-04T18:28:00.001+10:002010-06-04T18:30:42.995+10:00

We all do it. And we all love it. If you haven’t managed to suck down all of that greasy pizza for dinner, you’re gonna pop it in the fridge and save it for breakfast tomorrow. Because it tastes better the next day. I once heard a rumour that Pizza Hut were going to bring out a line of cold pizza, just for the not-so-niche market of breakfast pizza lovers. And because Pizza Hut won’t give

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I thought I might do things a little differently this week. I’d like to know a bit more about you. No need to leave me your credit card details, blood type etc.. Just generic stuff really. What’s your favourite food? Do you prefer eating in or out? Would you rather local cheap thrills or expensive food porn experiences? ........ ..................? Bit shy, aye? Ok, well I’ll go first then. Let

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Just a regular Saturday in my household. Cook books at the ready.. steady now.. aaaannnnddd.. BAKE! Dad and I love a good ol' fashioned bake-off. Similar to your usual dance off or walk off, but with baking. It all started with a mini foods bake-off on NRL Grand Final day.. there were homemade party pies and sausage rolls everywhere! This weekend is totally devoted to deserts, because it's

KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-19799754336461776932010-05-17T20:24:00.000+10:002010-05-17T20:24:45.963+10:00

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, there was a fair maiden. She spent her weeks days (mostly 9am -5pm) in the Land of Ultimo. Everything in her life was wonderful. She had a handsome Prince who loved her, lovely friends and most notably, a Bourke Street Bakery. “A bakery?” you might gasp in shock. But this is no ordinary bakery, it is the greatest bakery in all the land. Each day at

KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-32403659642632799932010-05-10T20:04:00.001+10:002010-05-10T20:07:23.007+10:00

So I have a friend. Well, actually I have a few friends, but this story is about one in particular. Her name is Steff. And she likes to drink rum. I like to call her SteffRum. So SteffRum enjoys lighting a rocket up under my ass, pushing me into doing things that I wouldn’t normally do. Like donating blood. I hate needles, but 2010 is all about overcoming my fears. And SteffRum helps me with

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The Boy and I recently celebrated seven glorious years together. “But KayB, you are so young and virile to have had such a long relationship” you might be thinking. Well, yeah. I am young, still. Virile? I do like to think I wear the pants in my/our relationship! So, yes. You are correct. But basically, we are high school sweethearts. Cuteness, huh! And check out what he got me!I frickin’ love

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The luckiest. I’m not just referencing an amazing Ben Fold’s song. Possibly his best piece of music. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then get yourself onto iTunes and do yourself a favour. Better yet, hit me up for a mixed CD. I make rad mixed CDs.When not making mixed CDs, I can be seen smacking myself around the head, just to make sure I’m not just dreaming. I have an amazing

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Did you see the first episode of MasterChef, series 2? It was amazing! The top 50 amateur chefs in the country battling it out for a coveted spot in the top 24. There was tears, cussing, sweaty arm pits and more tears. Brilliant TV. And just when you didn’t think it could get any better, in walks the dessert queen herself - Donna Hay. Then she whips out a perfect pavlova, and I go weak at

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And now for a KayB’s Public Service Announcement.. Everyone loves something for free. My favourite holiday of the calendar year is 7-Eleven day, because you get to stuff yourself stupid with slurpee upon slurpee upon slurpee.. And it seems I have discovered what I’m sure will become my second favourite holiday. Free Cone Day! After many years, patiently waiting, Ben and Jerry’s hit our

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I think boys are hard to bake for. Sure, most of them enjoy sweets – my boy goes gooey for a mud cake, for example. But generally speaking, if you put a batch of pink cupcakes with elegant fondant flowers in front of a male, there is no way you’re going to get the same ‘ooooh’ and ‘ahhhhhh’ reaction as you would from a female. My case in point – some time ago now, while discussing the

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It’s my party and I’ll make cake if I want too. And make cake I did! I’m lucky enough to share my birthday with one of my best friends, Moon. She is exactly one year older than me, and therefore one year wiser than me. She is the most supportive, inspirational person I know. She is constantly bringing out the best in people and always puts others before herself. But as wise and gracious as Moon

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Valentines day. Commercial construction or genuine celebration of love? Well, both are wrong. Valentines day, or February 14th, is simply the eve of my birthday. Mwahahaha.. (cake to come). Ok, but seriously, I have the most amazing boyfriend in the whole world. Don’t even try and argue with me, I’m sure your boyfriend is quite lovely too. But mine is better. The best. Ever. Unlike my amazing

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A new year already. How quickly 12 months have flown by! For Christmas this year I was treated with an array of cooking books; Bourke Street Bakery, Max Brenner and Cake Wrecks, just to name a few. But I also treated myself with a new addition to my cooking library. Peggy Porschen is an incredibly creative woman, and her cakes are absolutely divine. For some inspiration in 2010 I bought myself

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New Zealand is a ridiculously gorgeous country. Everywhere you look there is something new and beautiful to gaze upon. Late November this year the boyfriend and I set off to spend two and a half glorious weeks driving around New Zealand. Both of our parents had ventured off to the land of the long white cloud at some stage during 2009 so we had plenty of first hand advice to run with. One fact

KayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027809763390163248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428713288564516468.post-33035695744658635602009-12-16T19:36:00.004+11:002010-04-25T16:04:23.795+10:00

I’m back. I didn’t abandon you all, cross my heart and hope to die. I was enjoying some much deserved time off, frolicking in foreign lands. But to make it up to you for leaving you alone for so long I have come back with gifts. First up – my latest creation. The two step oreo cake. Short of time? Need a sugar fix? Bored of the simple things like cakes and biscuits? Well, why not whack the two

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What do you buy an 80 year old woman who doesn’t actually want anything for her birthday? You get her nothing, and instead make a cake. It’s a win win. And the perfect chance to attempt some handmade flowers. Not too bad for my first attempt. The design of the cake was meant to be old fashioned and sweet with lovely pastel colours, and it turned out just as I envisioned it. The cake was butter

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Saturday was ‘7-Eleven Day’, one of the greatest marketing campaigns ever created, because it means free slurpees for everyone! This momentous occasion occurs every year on the 7th day of the 11th month. The only requirement to claim your free slurpee is that you must say ‘Happy 7-eleven day’ when you enter the store. It’s one slurpee per person, per store. So, obviously the best way to get the

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It’s true. You can’t. That’s what thirteen years of drama classes will do. But that’s beside the point really. The point is, I made another cake this week, that has a poker face. Or poker table. Can you see the distinction, or am I stretching it just a little too far? My boyfriend also has a lovely face. Poker face, that is. And to celebrate his face, and also his birthday, I made him this cake.

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It’s been a long time since I’ve visited the QVB. It really is a great shopping location, and I always loved how you can hop straight off the train and you’re in the shopping centre! Talk about convenience. A very welcome addition to the QVB is The Cupcake Bakery (which happens to be located next to T2.. another of my favourite shopping destinations). Chain cupcake stores are growing at a rapid

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In yesterday’s MX newspaper I read the most amazing article about the ultimate in fusion food. The Krispy Kreme Burger. Would you like me to repeat that, because I didn’t believe it when I first read it either. I said The Krispy Kreme Burger. Otherwise known as the Craz-E Burger. So once you’ve picked your jaw up off your chest I’ll tell you a little bit more about it. This burger made its

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Paris, the most romantic city in the world. Just imagine, wandering through the streets of Paris, finding yourself under the Eiffel tower hand in hand with the man of your dreams. And then he drops down on one knee and asks the one question most girls wait their whole life to hear. Then there are tears, congratulations from strangers and a gorgeous ring. Romantic, huh! And no I’m not currently

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Lucky me received a gift voucher to the Guylian Cafe for my 21st birthday. Ok, so my birthday was back in February, but Daddy and I had drafted this fantastic plan to gorge ourselves stupid one Sunday while Mumma B and JayB were climbing the harbour bridge (yet another birthday present..). We ending up waiting for them to disembark from the bridge and headed over to the cafe together, along with

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Keep it simple, stupid. Otherwise known as the ‘kiss’ principle. My public relations tutor was a huge fan of the kiss principle. Apply it to your media releases, media kits, academic essays... or any activity in your life. So that’s what I’m doing with this week’s post – keeping it simple with my attempt at food porn. I am a horrible photographer, but even I was impressed with these snaps! But

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I’ve decided to branch out a bit. I’m a general lover of all foods, and as a reformed vegetarian I feel I’ve come to appreciate many more culinary delights over the past year. Some however are not so delightful, but more ‘fascinating’ for the pallet. I will head back to cakes and the like after this post, but I felt this particular culinary experience needed documenting. Enjoy! I can’t honestly

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As promised, here it is - my recently refined recipe for Low Fat Apple and Cinnamon Cake. I tested this recipe again on the weekend with a few minor adjustments, and used my family as guinea pigs. Dads reaction, after two pieces was ‘I really like it. I mean, I really like it’. Oh, good so you do actually like it, not just saying that you like it. Funny, funny man. But yes, he did really enjoy

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Today is my boyfriend’s mother’s birthday. A happy birthday to Nina! When I presented her with this birthday present cake she said ‘Wow! I’ve never had a cake with my name on it before!’ I didn’t tell her that the name took me the most amount of effort with this cake, but clearly worth it. I’ve never been able to pipe, I’m all about the fondant when it comes to cake decorating (I know I’ve said

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I’m very excited because tomorrow I start my cake decorating course at Bankstown Community College! I’m going back to the basics to refine my artistic technique. Speaking of artists, last week was my beautiful Aunty Vickii’s 60th birthday and she is a very talented painter (feel free to applaud that magnificent segway- Anna Coren would be impressed). She also happens to be obsessed with mice (

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Just like mumma always said, don’t play with your food - you definitely shouldn’t play with these billiard balls. Baz’s big birthday billiard balls. Barry, my boyfriends father, is very very amazing at pool – I suck. I always get my butt kicked. I did NOT get my butt kicked with these, though. Quite the opposite, I got cuddles and love. :) Vanilla cupcake with a vanilla bean butter frosting. I

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Gahhh! I haven't baked in a few weeks and I'm feeling a little anxious.. Lack of baking equipment at my current location is proving difficult. Walking past the baking isle in the supper market today nearly killed me! But tomorrow I'm hitting up the local shopping centre and going to town on some cheap baking tins - relief is coming!  Recently, my good ol' Grandpa turned the ripe old age of 82!

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Ok not really foreign. Some might think the shire is a country in itself (*cough* my boyfriend *cough cough*) But it aint that far from my current standing location. House sitting for my future sister-in -law in Miranda means baking in foreign surroundings. (note to self: cake tins will make great xmas presents for SIL). The good news is that for the next three weeks I’m located within walking

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These are so frickin’ cute I just can’t stand it! And super doper easy to make. With family coming over for Easter I wanted to do something special to celebrate. You probably know by now that I’m hoping to one day become the human equivalent of Google, so as usual I turned to the trusty search engine yet again to get some creative inspiration. I found more than inspiration, I found a full

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21 is a milestone. Big party, lots of presents, even more booze and a big cake! Made by me, for myself. Happy birthday to me! Can you already see the storm brewing on the horizon? It was a disaster. I bit off way too much to chew for my third cake attempt, all in the name of vain. Had to have the perfect cake, didn’t wanna pay someone else mega bucks for it when I can do it myself. Should have

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Mumma’s birthday was actually five months ago. But I did make a cake. Obviously. Mummy just wanted a butter cake. No other requests. Simple. Truth be told my 21st birthday was the following month and I was planning on using Mummy’s as a test. In my mind, my perfect 21st birthday cake was three tiers, all black. Crazy, I know (that will be my next post). Mum didn’t want a black cake. Fair

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As promised.. start at the beginning, which was my Brother Joel’s 18th birthday. Somehow, and I can’t remember how, I stumbled upon a picture of a cake in the shape of a ‘1 up mushroom’ from the Nintendo game Mario Brothers. My brother, being a serious gamer from way back in the day, would love this, I thought to myself. So, in my quest to become the ultimate domestic goddess (move over Nigella

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Well.. My first ever blog post! I’m brand new to the world of blogging and the world of cake decorating, and I plan to use this space as a collection of my triumphs and downfalls. I’ve been attempting to decorate cakes for around 6 months now and have had a few successful, and a few not successful, creations. Over the next few weeks I will be posting what I have come up with thus far on my

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Hey there, come on in. It’s great to see you!I’m Kimberley, but you can call me KayB. And this is my blog. I started writing this blog in 2009, after I accidentally fell in love with marshmallow fondant and cake decorating. I love baking. I love cooking. And I love when my creations not only taste nice, but look fantastic! My cooking skills are all self taught, but I have studied a short course

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I like you, lets be friends. Here’s my email so you can contact me anytime you like!kaybscakes@yahoo.comI want to hear from you. I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, what you think I should write about, what you think I should stop writing about. I reckon you already know all about me. So now it’s your turn, drop me an email so I can learn all about you.

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