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.