David's mom is a remarkable cook, and our birthday dinners are always calorically devastating. Case in point: baby back ribs, cream cheese mashed potatoes (I happen to know that she uses a stick of butter in the potatoes and puts another half a stick on the top), fruit salad, beets, clam dip with potato chips, green beans (the lonely half a stick of butter left over from the potatoes ends up in the green beans) and orange rolls dripping in sticky sugar and icing.
So the dinner was covered, but David's mom asked me to make the cake.
No problem! I'm great at cakes, right?
I may have gotten out of making cakes for the rest of my life with this one.
My No Fail Seven Minute Frosting?
Failed.
Oh well, it tasted good and everyone laughed a lot. At my expense.
(What's really funny that I thought I was going to hit a home run here. A rectangular layer cake on a rectangular serving platter, frosted with mounds of fluffy white marshmallow goodness? It was going to be gorgeous, and people would think I was really all that and be intimidated by me. I thought that would be fun. Turns out it's more fun to have it look like this mess.)
4 comments:
You gotta love that "Heber Cookin". I'm not sure "light" is part of the vocab of many Heberites.
The cake is PRICELESS, and I love that you posted about it.
You are a brave woman to post! With the exception of ALL of the GREEN's at the party--no one would have been the wiser.
I think it is hilarious!!!
We heard about the cake ordeal from Sondra! You are so brave. I would've totally been intimidated to take anything to Shirley's house. I'm glad the cake was yummy. If it makes you feel any better, things like that happen to me all the time!
I've never made a cake that turned out. I'm not a real woman.
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