I tried to bake a cake today. This was the result.
Mind you, this was after the things fell in the oven and I had devised a way to fill in the craters with frosting. Now, there will be no cake. Tear.
I’m more of a cook, as in preparing meats and sides in a pan or oven-safe dish. I mostly use my mixer to make mashed potatoes, not bake cakes. I always get good feedback on my main courses. I don’t know why baking is such a hardship for me. Maybe it’s the altitude. Or crappy pans. Surely it’s not hereditary, because my mom can bake, and she bakes well. She has won contests for things she just threw together at the last minute. Remember the story about her winning the iPod Touch? That was the prize for her just-dump-this-and-that in a pan dump cake “recipe”. I put that word in quotes because I don’t think there is a recipe for what she made in existence. But she has an iPod Touch for it. Dammit.
Thankfully, a friend came to my rescue and told me how to make this disaster into a trifle. With my luck, it will probably catch on fire or something. I guess I should just stick to what I’m good at, like thinking of Bill Cosby quotes while I
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