I like to think I have a little bit of Rachel Ray in my blood. I can cook up a mean cashew stirfry.
I even dice the vegetables up fresh. None of this already-diced-frozen-bag-of-vegetables. I do the real deal.
When Radelle and I were planning our sisters baby shower, we were wracking our brains with ideas.
The creative side was flowing. Our pens couldn’t even keep up with what we had on our mind.
When I took on the task of creating a cute blue 4 tiered/level cake with icing in between (in a photo we saw, it was a cute and deliberately a little messy), I thought this will be SO easy.
Well, I actually do not know how to make cake, so I just decided to do it K.I.S.S style (keep it simple, stupid), and went for the cake mix.
I even bought a silicone cake pan so that it would ‘slide out’ easier.
The cake was in the oven, rising beautifully, as promised on the box.
While waiting for the timer on the oven to beep, I whipped up some green icing.
It was delicious, not that I would know….ahem.
I baked two of the four cake layers and another was in the oven. I think it’s important to point out two significant points regarding the two already baked cakes:
#1: I forgot to put blue food coloring into one of the cakes. No big deal. No need to panic. Just put icing on the entire cake base. No one will even notice that it was originally supposed to be blue. Besides, I am allowed to put my own flair on the cake I am creating, no?
#2: As the cakes were coming out of the my new-non-stick-silicone cake pan, about 1/3 of each cake was left behind. But I put it back together the same way I would put puzzles together as a kid- I would force the pieces to fit.
Ok. ‘Minor ‘ setbacks. But there is no sense in looking back- must press forward.
I scooped icing onto my spatula and gently placed it on the cake, just like Martha Stewart would do. She would have been proud. As would have my mother.
The icing was a little bit thicker than it probably should have been, but it had to be, to hold the other 4 layers of cake.
But because of the thickness of the icing, every time I would go to spread it on the cake, the cake would lift and go where ever the spatula went. I was devastated. This clearly was going no-where. And I had only bought enough cake mixes (rookie mistake) for the 4 layers. I never took into consideration my inability to bake boxed cakes.
I sat, defeated, staring a green glob. My hair was a mess, the kitchen looked as though a stampede of elephants, hippos and rhinos went through, and the dishes were taking up both sinks..
I picked up the plate which it sat on, and through it all in the garbage. I couldn’t have any of the evidence of my lack of culinary skills show.
I still stand in awe and can’t believe that I was not able to bake a simple cake.
To be honest, I did leave out one of the eggs, the 4 cakes required 13 eggs… I only had 12. I didn’t think it would have such an impact on how this endeavour would turn out. If only I had known, I would have ran to the store…
In the future I am going to leave the baking to my sister in law, the bakery down the road, and Flirt Cupcakes.