Okay, one young man. Art was looking for something to do this evening so we made gingerbread. We were talking about some chocolate plastique roses I made in the past, turns out he was very taken with them at the time, and jealous that they went off on a cake for someone who wasn’t him. I can remember having very similar feelings when rather fabulous things my mother made left the house. I offered to teach him to make some icing roses, and he jumped at the chance.
First I got him to mix some yellow icing and then to take some of that and make paler lumps. He had to roll a core and flatten some balls into petals as thin as possible. His sizing was a bit over the place, but his flattening was enthusiastic and effective 🙂