Cribsheet: Baking Lessons

  • Updated: November 15, 2009 - 12:08 AM
Baking Lessons

I have lofty aspirations of being a Martha Stewart/Becky Home-Ecky type. More often than not, I just end up being a Becky Home-Icky.

Case in point: Our birthday girl, Vivian, requested pink cake. I was determined to make her the best pink cake ever. A labor of love.

I started my baking adventure after the kids went to sleep. I pulled out the ingredients and provisions. Whipped up the cake batter and a buttercream frosting that was to die for. It was creamy and decadently delicious with fluffy pink peaks.

I couldn't wait to frost that cake. But I also couldn't wait to get to sleep. I'll just assemble and frost in the morning. Right?

Wrong.

Overnight, it turned into concrete. Stiff, but delicious, concrete.

I let it thaw a bit. OK, I thought; well, maybe I'll just frost the cake and stick it back in the fridge.

So I frosted the bottom layer. It was fine. Translucent, kind of crumby. But fine. Then I placed the top layer on the bottom layer and it cracked in slow motion. Deep, deep chocolate crevasses formed.

I stood there speechless.

Peter saw me staring dejectedly at the broken cake.

"Look at it. It's ruined!" I wailed.

What I saw as a complete mess he saw differently.

"Well, first of all, she's 2. She doesn't really care what her cake looks like. And look, the cracks in the cake form a "V" for Vivian."

Why does he have to go and make so much sense?

KAY KRHIN TO READ MORE, GO TO STARTRIBUNE.COM.

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