Friday, May 21, 2010

The Day of The Cake

Yesterday I obsessed about a cake for 10 hours.

First there was the mental preparation, and psyching myself up for the challenge.

Cake. Birthday cake. From scratch. Moist, delicious, birthday cake.

I jogged in place for a few minutes and shook out my arms.

Then I had to find two recipes. One for the cake, one for the frosting. The birthday girl specificially requested chocolate cake with vanilla frosting.

I chose Martha's Velvet Cocoa Cake and Betty's Vanilla Buttercream Frosting.

Then for the ingredients. I had most of them but needed more brown sugar and buttermilk. Target had everything I needed except buttermilk. Damn you, Target. I was forced to go to The Safeway of Broken Dreams for buttermilk.

Then I watched the butter come to room temperature for two hours.

Then I carefully squished together massive amounts of sugar, butter and flour, baked it, smothered it with enormous globs of sugar and butter, and got this.

Mmmm, cake. It was moist and delicious, but pretty dense and filling.

Happy Birthday, Mom.


  1. Look at you, making your cake all fancy! Nice work!

    The extent of my cake-making skills involve a box of Betty Crocker yellow cake and a cup of rum. (OK, and a rum glaze with sugar, water, butter, and rum.)

    Did I mention RUM?

    But your cake looks VERY nice. Good job!

  2. That is some fancy writing on top! That is seriously masterful. Looks delicious.

  3. Are you taking orders? I would like a carrot cake -- no currants, raisins, or cinnamon, please. Oh, and a nice cream cheese frosting. Can I get this by tomorrow at noon? No rush.

  4. Thanks now I'm hungry.

    For cake

  5. Yeah this damn cake is going to be the death of me. No one would take leftovers home, my husband doesn't really LIKE cake (WTF) and so three guesses which fat lady is eating it.

    Dingo, are you sure you want carrots in that carrot cake? ;-)

    Shell - rum is a winner every time, my friend.

  6. What can I say? I'm a cookie guy.