I’m about to admit that I was wrong.

This doesn’t occur very often, but when I’m wrong, and I know I’m wrong, I will admit it.  HAHAHAHAHA.  So not true.  I will try to back my way out of it, blame whomever else I can (innocent bystanders, children walking by, Ruby . . . you get the picture).

But, now, at the ripe OLD age of 32, I am about to admit publicly, into the blogosphere, that I was wrong about edible images. I was convinced that they were a stupid idea, as I had only seen what one of the images looks like when it comes out of the DQ cooler, and I can still remember the disgusting taste that the huge, thick, chunk of pixilated-poor-image quality tasted like.

After getting to be a part of taste testing for the Sex and the City cake, and the Cranbrook Farmers Market cake,  I can honestly tell you that the edible sheets that we buy taste like . . . nothing!  You don’t even notice that it’s there.   The sheets become one with fondant . . . or buttercream.

After working with Edible Images for a couple of months now, they are an absolute hit with me!  I love having them as something to offer to our customers and we can do pretty much anything.  As long as the image is big enough mind you . . . no Facebook downloaded pictures allowed . . . why are try always so small when you try to download them anyway?

Isn’t the art work on this logo amazing!  We were so incredibly pleased that the image came out and gave the logo the justice that it deserved.  Stunning work from this designer.  Check out that beautiful “cat”.

These NDP cakes were made for my Dad . . . a strong socialist if you can’t guess!

This one we had fun with . . . Paul cropped an old picture of my dad, who originally had his arm around my mom, and slid Jack Layton in there in her place!

We surprised him with it at an NDP meeting he was having with the local executives.   I think he was happy 🙂

So there you have it.  I was wrong.  I WAS WRONG!  You can mark down that today was the day that I admitted to it.  Finally.  Now do I have to admit that I’m not perfect too?