Showing Sofia what her blocks can do. She prefers to just stick them together.
However, when Drew is home my blogging seriously suffers. The only time I can really write is at night after the baby is in bed. But, at night after the baby is in bed is the only chance we have for Couple Time and I always feel guilty when I'm in the living room on my computer and he's in the bedroom on his iPad. So, when Daddy's home, no blogging for Mommy.
Drew is gone this week so I'm back and I can tell you all about my Frankencake! And how I nearly cut my finger off! And how I'm going to attempt to hem my jeans and how I'm so nervous I would be hyperventilating from anxiety but I'm not because I'm on Zoloft now!
But since that would be a ridiculously long post, we'll just start with the cake.
My birthday was a couple of weeks ago and I had some of the moms over to hang out and help me celebrate. It was so much fun and I really enjoyed spending time with them, and no celebration is complete without cake. I'd been wanting to practice making Sofia's birthday cake so the night before everyone came over, I got started.
Because I am no baker, I bought box mix and canned icing. Don't judge me.
Seriously, I am no baker. I can't even open the package without making a mess.
PS, follow me already! I need meal/clothing/crafty/house decorating ideas!
I saw this and laughed. The best part about making cake is licking the bowl!
I started my cake after the baby went to bed, so that meant I couldn't use the electric mixer which may have been an issue, I'm not sure. Spoiler alert: My cake did NOT turn out like my inspiration photo.
I got the bright idea to tint the cake using strawberries instead of food coloring because in my Googling, I read that too much food coloring could cause the cake to taste bitter. Since I am no baker, that scared me away from food coloring because I would most assuredly end up using too much. I mean, I can't even open a plastic bag properly!
However, the only strawberries we had on hand were frozen ones. That required blending. But the baby was asleep. And I didn't want to wake her. And I need to make my sentences longer.
I briefly considered taking the blender out to the garage, but that would require going outside at night which I quickly nixed because I'm afraid of the dark. Nightime is when the werewolves and serial killers come to hide in your bushes and get you when you're taking your blender to the garage to make your baby's birthday cake. Fact.
So I took the blender to the farthest point from the baby that was still inside the house.
I would have put the blender in the shower but the cord wasn't long enough.
I blended the strawberries, flipping it on and off hastily, holding my breath each time because I was sure the baby would wake up any second but thank the baby Jesus, she didn't. However, the strawberries didn't blend smoothly because they were frozen, so I had to scrape out the chunky frozen mess and nuke it right quick to soften them. I am no baker.
It worked though!
So, with my pans out and cake mix properly portioned, I brilliantly poured my strawberry puree into each pan. I patted myself on the back for my genius.
French vanilla cake with strawberry flavoring - this is going to be so good!
Spoiler alert: I probably shouldn't have gotten so excited.
Then I noticed that I didn't portion all that well since two of my pans had almost the same amount of filling, which meant they would be too close in color. I didn't want to blend more strawberries, so I went looking for something else that was red.
Aha! Raspberries are red!
A quick second in the microwave to liquefy it and in the pan!
I'm inventive! I'm resourceful! I'm a baking genius!
I popped them in the oven and briefly daydreamed about the beautiful cake I would present for my baby's birthday. I'd walk out in my flowing skirt with my perfect hair and they would marvel at my skills! Marvel!
I tried to find a brown housewife but there weren't any.
What's up with that?
The timer went off and it was time to marvel at my masterpiece.
Umm, they all kind of look alike. Crap.
By this time, it was like one in the morning and I was exhausted from all my baking so I shoved them in the fridge and went to sleep. The next morning I awoke refreshed and unwilling to let a little thing like identical cakes get me down. I took each cake out of the pan, flipped the pan over and set the cake on top so I could cut each layer to make them level.
The one farthest away had the preserves in it and apparently preserves will make your cake very dense. Who knew? Whatevs, that can be the bottom layer.
I started at 8 in the morning, the girls weren't supposed to be there until noon, I had plenty of time. HA. I am no baker.
It took FOREVER to cut the layers, feed the baby, change her diaper, walk around holding her because she was cranky, feed the dog, try and get dressed one-handed, pick up the house, vacuum and clean the bathroom. That's why I didn't realize that you need two cans of icing if you're going to try and ice a five-layer cake.
Did I have two cans of icing? Noooooo. Did I realize that when I'd only iced the layers and still had the outside of the cake to do with fifteen minutes before everyone was supposed to arrive? Yeeeeeeess.
So I grabbed the baby, put shoes on and ran to the grocery store and grabbed the two more cans of icing, just to be safe. I thought I'd purchased two extra cans of buttercream icing, but of course I didn't. I'd gotten one buttercream and one cream cheese icing but I was already home and the girls were coming in like two minutes. Oh well! Buttercream and cream cheese it is!
I have the best mom friends. They ate my Frankencake with a smile on their faces. It really didn't taste that bad because it was a French vanilla cake flavored with strawberries and buttercream/cream cheese icing. None of those flavors are really overpowering and they sort of go together so it didn't completely suck. It just didn't look quite like the picture.
Once again, for comparison.
I'm probably going to have someone else make her birthday cake.