So, as is tradition within our group, no birthday is complete without a cake of some sort. Naturally, I made Mary skim through my baking bible, the Cake Doctor (throw it up UGA FACS alumna!!), and she picked out a rich chocolate delight of a cake and requested caramel icing. This seemed like an easy enough cake for me to bake. No fuss, I have baked tons of cakes and could make that caramel icing in my sleep...... well, you have probably figured out that the cake I am speaking of is pictured above and is quite the disaster. I tried to make the picture a tad artsy and recover some of the embarrassment (thank you inherently artsy and cool Grit cookbook). HOW AWFUL DOES THIS CAKE LOOK???
Sooo bad. In my defense for the crumbling mound also known as Mae's 23rd b-day cake: I started the process after I got off work Friday night and it was literally 2:00 am when I finished/ poured the icing on the already wrecking cake.
This was eerily similar to that fateful disaster of a morning I like to call 'Alison stares down the hole of a mental wedding cake breakdown'. Literally, I can still hear myself hysterically yelling at Ellyn in the Poplar kitchen to "open the freezer!! open the freezer!!!" and she is leaned down clutching her stomach about to wet her pants laughing at the absurdity. As we all know, that cake did not make an appearance at the Terrell Patton nuptials....
I love you all so very very much. DC is fabulous. Mary's birthday, decrepit cake and all, was so wonderful.
Supper Club Rulz
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