THE EVOLUTION OF CAKE
Tuesday night was the first get together of the school year for my student small group. Katie and I decided we’d bake a celebratory cake for the occasion, but not just any cake. No. We decided to get a little wild and crazy so we baked one vanilla cake in two rounds and one chocolate cake in two rounds on Monday evening. Katie crumb sealed them with butter cream and we put them in the refrigerator to set.
Tuesday she put a regular layer of the butter cream on three of the layers and made a raspberry filling. We then stacked them vanilla, chocolate, vanilla and chocolate.
Four layers may have been a bit much because the cake started slipping and sliding and looked more like the Leaning Tower of Pisa so we had to brace it with chopsticks.
And then we frosted it. Or attempted to frost it.
It kept getting uglier and uglier.
Until it finally looked like something out of a Dr. Seuss book. Or a horror movie.
THE EXTINCTION OF CAKE
Just like it’s true you can’t judge a book by its cover, neither can you judge a cake by its frosting.
The fact that the ugly behemoth is nearly gone is testament to a delicious confection!
Todd was out of town so Taylor ran to the store for vanilla ice cream to accompany the cake while the girls and I did our thing. I thought to myself how great it was that I could give him a little cash and send him on his way to run this errand for me.
Until the next morning when I went to get in the car and it was wet inside. He left the sunroof open all night and it had rained.