I made a cake today for a birthday and most of it was consumed before there was any notion of documenting its existence. Without enough prior planning, I brain-stormed how to make instant candied rose petals and came up with an acceptable solution in which I sprayed each petal (a rose called "Taboo") with aerosol vegetable oil and then sprinkled all sides with granulated sugar. And after a pound and a half of butter, 10 eggs and countless cups of sugar, I still ended up without enough icing. Not wanting to make another trip to the store, I hurry-scurried a decoration of lemon-balm leaves pressed into the sides of the cake, upright, like a little marching army of mint 'round the cake. The impromptu rose petals, haphazardly scattered atop the French buttercream, looked decidedly intentional. And after countless rounds of Bloody Mary's, martini's, rosé and god knows what else, it all tasted (and looked, dare I say) completely fabulous.