Perhaps there ought to be a breakdown recovery service for Altered Books!
There now follows a description of what I did in case anyone is interested. If you're not, perhaps just skip to the chocolate frosting recipe?
I sewed three pages together at the sides but didn't stick the pages together - they are held by the stitching. I covered these resulting thicker page on the left side with acrylic modelling paste and sculpted so that it would have a bleak rainy feel when covered with watery grey, blue and yellow paint. The circled text on the top of the page says "The Waste Land", a poem by TS Elliot.
The other side of this page had a map of Alaska covered with acrylic gel. After I'd painted the left hand side and blended in the right hand side to match, I thought, Yuck. How dismal. Very waste land but very boring. So I covered it all with gesso to start again.
However, the gesso skimmed the deep indentations on the left hand side and left it looking rather nice. I began scraping the right hand side back but could only uncover some black ink at the top of the page.
We'll leave it there for now, whilst I carry on with the textile work - blog on the website.
And the frosting? Well, I had visitors at the weekend, and a birthday cake was a necessary addition to the celebrations. These days, my cooking, along with my waistline, is quite alarming. We never quite know what we're going to be eating and in what state it will be.
However this wasn't bad!!! I'm not sure about printing the whole recipe from the book but thought I'd share the frosting which was the best I'd ever made and folk seemed to like it.
The cake itself is dense, chocolately and moist. It's a Great British Bake Off recipe, I think.
I used 60% cocoa solids milk chocolate and dark chocolate mixed, as I find the very dark chocolate a bit bitter on it's own.
It's a complex recipe, but do-able! I dare you not to use your fingers to scrape the bowl when you've finished. Don't give a thought, not even one tiny one, to the horrendous amounts of fat, sugar, and lardyness. Oh no, definitely not, that way lies madness.
Well, when the cake had been be-candled, blown out and cut up, and the visitors had left, I had a good half of cake left.
So, I threw it in the bin.
The thought of troughing all the remains on my own was just too much. Tragedy.