Growing up, I always preferred the slice of cake with the least amount of frosting on it.
I was the quiet one who waited for a center piece, while everyone else was fighting over the edge/corner/giant flower-frosting pieces.
I have changed.
I am now, thanks to my Mom, a frosting “snob”.
This is the single greatest buttercream frosting I’ve ever made.
Regular buttercream, which is butter, vanilla and sugar, just hasn’t been cutting it for me lately.




