After two long, long days of styling ice cream cakes I needed to be scraped off the floor. Meant to rest up over the weekend but burned the other end of the candle instead, driving down to Raleigh to see my beloved Bottle Rockets.
Monday morning I headed back up to Arbutus, close neighbor to Baltimore, for a round of sandwich styling. Honestly, those things were a piece of cake compared to ice cream cakes. Sitting on a couple stacked milk crates, forceps in hand, adjusting crumbs and kraut strands I felt completely at ease.
What came to mind immediately was: This job is like taxidermy compared to the open-heart surgery of last week’s cakes. Food is always dying as you work on it, but the pace of ‘wiches is so civilized.
Photos by Dan Whipps.
He has a new website and it is beauteous.
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