It's always a good day when I (take the time to plan out what I'm doing and) actually implement one of my Pinterest ideas. As I've been mentioning without subtlety for a while now, the ward (read: Mormon congregation) Munch-and-Mingle is tomorrow, and Yours Truly was the genius who signed up to bring a cake. Considering that every cake I've made in my entire life has been of this variety...
...my genius idea wasn't so much MENSA-worthy as, well...this:
|via: Unusual 2 Tasty|
|Excuse me, while I climb the clothes horse...|
|The stages of my cake-dyeing experiment. A pretty successful outcome.|
2) Realise that what should be a patriotic red and blue are actually colours better suited to a baby shower.
3) Add some more food dye. Stir. Wait...add some more.
4) Decide that the amount of food dye you're adding is getting creepily inappropriate somehow and just bung it into greased tins and into the oven.
5) Bake for 30 minutes, remove from oven, and realise you did a decent job after all.
6) despair at the number of dishes you now have to clean.
|We have a long way to go, yet.|
|Here's where I admit that this is the cleaned-up version of my mess.|
|just in case it was a bit small before.|
|Mmm, tasty. He'll eat the frosting, but he doesn't like the cake. Strange boy...|
|carefully stacking my cake|
Nonetheless, things moved along alright. I tended to follow two rules:
1) Use way more frosting than you think you need. It helps avoid bald spots
2) Only smooth in one direction so you don't pick up crumbs.
I think my two rules worked pretty well:
Complete at last, I set my masterpiece safely in the fridge to rest and wait for its unveiling on the morrow. It was quite unassuming all frosted and concealing its (hopefully) gorgeous inner layers. In the meantime, while I was dying to see how well my cake baby had turned out on the inside, my actual baby was going crazy with his daddy in the hallway doing some marathon crawling (all documented for posterity, of course).
You guys: it's beautiful.
|Look at those pristine layers.|
|This cake is boss. It is a cake boss.|
Needless to say - as my lack of any sense of seemly modesty implies - I felt pretty damn good about myself after that. When it comes to the culinary arts, it turns out a childhood aversion is not indicative of a life soon to be spent eating ramen noodles and Pillsbury cookie dough from a pop-tin. Hey; if I can learn to cook and bake, there's hope for us all.