Roses On My Kitchen Table
One afternoon in my kitchen, working on my buttercream roses skill.
**what is it with me and afternoons?**
I remember the first time I took cake decorating class. The class was taught by my baking guru, Fatmah Bahalwan, back in 2004. She instructed the class to start working on the roses, and I didn’t do so. When she inspected the class and found me doing nothing but staring at the flower nail with frowns on my rebellion face, she asked, “Riana, where is your roses?” I said, rebelliously, “No, I didn’t make any. I don’t like roses.” Since then, she acclaimed me as the baddest student she ever had. I love you, mbak Fat.
Until one day in the beginning of 2008, I was forced by the obligation to teach 1-day cake decorating class. I had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I had to face my fear. Buttercream roses.
I‘m glad I made it in one piece, and keep my sanity. **well, okay, not all of it**
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