My wife and I watched an awful lot of the Great British Bake-Off a few months ago, and on seeing one particular cake come up in a technical challenge, she said, “I want that for my birthday.” I said, “Okay.”
Well, she celebrated her birthday yesterday, so from about Friday night to mid-Saturday afternoon, I was working on the various bits: raspberry jam, almost two pounds of marzipan, pastry cream, and whipped cream. Saturday saw me make the sponges and assemble everything. (How did anyone bake before the invention of the stand mixer?)
Assembly went a bit sideways—yet again, I didn’t let my pastry cream thicken quite enough, which led to a bit of a filling waterfall out the side of the cake. I ended up putting it all together as fast as I can, then getting it in the fridge to chill and set more. The marzipan split a bit when I laid it on top of the whole assembly, too, which led to additional amateurish decorations on top of those which I was already planning to cover up the break. Still, the final product turned out looking half-decent, if you’re less discerning than a lifelong British baker and TV show judge. Behold, the prinsesstårta!
I’m proud of how even the layers ended up, and I can’t argue with the flavor. The combination of jam and cream was just superb, and I never knew how much I liked the taste of marzipan.