When I was a child I spent every summer at my grandparents’ farm. I was charmed with getting lost around the mountain and was in the habit of coming back home with a branch of wild flowers for my grandmother after my long treks. Today I do not take branches to my grandmother but still I like to observe the plants when I walk along lost paths.
The idea that sublies in this cake is the simple love, with silvered happy moments between gray days, chalkboard notes and branches of flowers gathered by the field. An eternal love like that of the turtle-doves that nest on the last floor. Without luxuries but loyalist and free like those birds.
The whole decoration of the cake is edible from the nest up to the branches. Realized with fondant, modelling chocolate, wafer and royal icing. I hope that you like.
Daniel Diéguez Cake Artist