Thanks for all the birthday wishes this week! Can't believe I'm 39 and can't wait to turn 40 next year. Since I've moved to Scotland I've been celebrating my birthday on the downlow in part because I have no friends and no friends means no party! Anyway, David asked what I wanted for my birthday and I said I wanted him to make me a birthday cake - I didn't want him to ask Sheena to make one me and he wasn't allowed to buy one at the store. I requested a chocolate or chocolate/vanilla combo with no fruit or fruit sauce (bananas would have been okay) and with whipped cream frosting. I also requested that it be made with a Betty Crocker ready to go cake mix out of the box - I love Betty Crocker.
Here's what happened...
David came home from the grocery store after having spent over £50 on ingredients and supplies which included: fruit and fruit sauce and caster sugar for the seriously sweet icing and no whipped cream whatsoever. HMMM...
Was I wrong to be slightly miffed that he wanted to make the cake that he wanted rather than the one I wanted? It was my only request this year. I admit, I was a bitch and said no fruit on my cake and you had better go back to the store and get some damn whipped cream for my frosting.
David never made it back to the store. After labouring with the ingredients and putting it in the oven, it all went horribly wrong. When I went in to the kitchen to take a peek at it, I opened the oven door and as the smoke poured out of the oven, discovered that it was quite burned on top. David took it out of the oven, put in on a cooling rack, and at some point flipped it over after which the middle came pouring out because it was a bit undercooked.
Here's what happened...
David came home from the grocery store after having spent over £50 on ingredients and supplies which included: fruit and fruit sauce and caster sugar for the seriously sweet icing and no whipped cream whatsoever. HMMM...
Was I wrong to be slightly miffed that he wanted to make the cake that he wanted rather than the one I wanted? It was my only request this year. I admit, I was a bitch and said no fruit on my cake and you had better go back to the store and get some damn whipped cream for my frosting.
David never made it back to the store. After labouring with the ingredients and putting it in the oven, it all went horribly wrong. When I went in to the kitchen to take a peek at it, I opened the oven door and as the smoke poured out of the oven, discovered that it was quite burned on top. David took it out of the oven, put in on a cooling rack, and at some point flipped it over after which the middle came pouring out because it was a bit undercooked.
The Final Result
We both had a really good laugh.