Oh wait, I DID DO THAT! [Hangs head in shame].
Anyway, developing this theme a little more, today was Baby B's small family birthday partay.
In the name of keeping things square for the siblings, I decided to do the same kind of thing that we did for P's first bday, and that included, (you know what I'm going to say right!?) a HEART SHAPED BIRTHDAY CAKE!
In the interests of keeping things easy, I made everyone else bring a plate, and bought Woolies croissants to serve. Simple! All I had to do was make the cake. Which I've done a bazillion times at least.
The heart tin I have is ENORMO. So I do the same basic melt and mix butter cake recipe I use for everything, and make three times the normal recipe.
So this means when I make the heart cake I need 6 eggs. When I opened the carton last night, I discovered I only had 5 eggs. Mum was there, so I said "Oh SHIT A BRICK I've only got 5 eggs. Mum, 5 eggs will be enough won't it? I'm supposed to have 6".
Mum said, "Yeah, she'll be right mate, no worries, she's apples, just shove the 5 eggs in it'll be right", and then I said "Yeah, I mean it's chocolate cake so there'll be cocoa in it which will make it a bit dry but she'll be right, 5 eggs will be HEAPS! Who needs 6 eggs? Pah to you recipe" and other things along those lines.
So I merrily made it with 5 eggs. Everything was going swimmingly and I was having another glass of red wine as the cake cooled on the stove top, and then I had to turn it out of the tin.
And this shit happened.
|Insert NYPD blue music here - "Duht duhht!"|
Shock - "What the FUCK is happening! I can't believe it, I have made this a million times! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING PEOPLE!"
Denial - "It's fine, it's just a small crack, no-one can see it, it's a perfect masterpiece flawless cake, yes, yes, yes it is....nice little cake, good cake..."
Anger - "Goddammn this thing it is RUINED and I am THROWING IT IN THE BIN AND BUYING ONE FROM WOOLIES, I am not kidding, I am losing it, it is going in the bin RIGHT NOW GAHHHHHHH!!!!"
Bargaining - "Come on little cakie wakie, I'm sorry I was so angry, I didn't mean it, we can make it work, please...!!""
Guilt - "Poor Baby B, I bought all the other shit for his party from crappy Woolies, I just wanted to make ONE PERFECT HOMEMADE THING FOR HIM AND NOW HIS WHOLE LIFE IS RUINED FOREVER AND HE WILL BE SCARRED FOR LIFE!!"
Depression - "I am such a crap mother, I can't cook to save myself, who am I, where am I, someone pour me a glass of woine, I'm having a moment..."
Acceptance and hope - "You know what! I think I can do it! Yes! It's working! Look everybody I AM KING OF ALL OF THE CAKES AND THE WHOLE WORLD AND EVERYTHING!!!!! SUCK THAT MARTHA STEWART!! BOOYAH!!"
Anyway, at some point during this whole rollercoaster of emotion I posted this pic on Instagram (yeah for social media!) and everyone said "Just glue that bitch together with icing, nobody will notice, ain't nobody got time for dat!" and so forth, so I didn't completely freak out til this morning when I realised we HAD NO ICING SUGAR.
This slapdash gig sometimes comes at a price people. My life is my art.
Anyway, before I had time to replicate my Bridezilla moment in the shower, Mum rushed off to the servo and came back with icing sugar out the whazoo, and I successfully glued the SHIT out of that broken heart until it looked like this.
Ever had a cake fail? Ever saved a cake from the bin with mad icing skillz? Had a broken heart? Tell your old friend Slapsie...I won't judge. Believe me.