Between yesterday and today I have spent about 6 hours working on this elaborate cake to surprise my husband. I'm on the last steps, but this most recent step is a disaster. I'm sweating profusely and getting anxious and on the verge of tears. I rolled out the marzipan perfectly, but it keeps ripping be terribly when I try to lift it up to wrap the cake with it. I put the dough in the freezer to cool it off again, hoping to make it workable for a third chance. The more I work it, the poorer the quality the marzipan becomes. Hubby will be home in about an hour. I need some spiritual intervention.