Oh jeez, guys. Here’s a good one for ya. You’ll get a kick out of this.
“No. You will not be defeated by this. You can’t judge a cake by it’s decorator, everyone knows that.”
But it was no use — even I was judging the cake.
The Viper Pilot came home from work to his birthday dinner (he picked my slow cooker bbq chicken). It had been bubbling away in the crock pot all day long and it smelled sooo good. I think it’s one of his faves. It’s definitely one of mine. And it’s so so easy.
He raved over how good dinner was and was actually excited to see that stupid cake when I unveiled it. He’s such a sweetie…
I sang him happy birthday (yes, I did) and he blew out the candles. We cut the cake and sat down to enjoy it. I was a little apprehensive because at this point, I had hopes that it would at least taste delightful despite its grotesque manifestation. Okay, so it was kinda pretty on the inside…maybe?
Or, you know, not.
We both optimistically took our first bite and it was one of those slow chews until you got a good sense of what your taste buds are thinking…our eyes met…and the results were in. Yuck.
WHAT WENT WRONG? I did everything right!! I thought something tasted funny so I went to the cupboard and looked over the unsweetened cocoa powder that I used. Yeah, so it kinda has a “best if used by March 2011” stamped on it.
The sweet, sweet Viper Pilot ate his entire piece of cake. I threw mine out. The rest of the cake is still sitting there and most likely won’t see many more sunrises.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have been cake wrecked.