I had my first cake decorating class this week.  My granddaughter, Jazmine, and I are taking the class together.  Really, just how difficult can this be?  I found out Tuesday night.

We started off learning how to make decorative roses.  Mine, however, show little resemblance to any flower.  In fact, they look like artfully arranged bird droppings.  I did improve, though, and by the end of the class, if I squinted, I could actually believe that shape on the end of my stick was indeed a rose.  I learned that a rose by any other name just might be . . . . something else.