So you know how the saying goes “If life hands you lemons, make lemonade”? I didn’t really get handed lemons last week. If we’re going to continue the analogy, I basically got the best glass of lemonade ever, handed right to me. It was perfect, and by perfect, I mean that in the freshly-pressed, New Jersey boardwalk kind of way. It was tangy – not too sweet at all. But the thing about that is that, in real life, tangy means that something’s off. And that’s the reason this cake was baked.
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Do you remember, months ago (like, a year ago), when I made an obscure reference to cooking disasters and then never followed up? Yeah, this is that cooking disaster (which really, this should just go to show you how far frosting can go to cover up any and all ills).
As many of you are aware, I spent about nine months in Colorado around this time last year. I’d just decided to terminate my internship in Australia, and I came home knowing I’d made a good decision, but with absolutely no plans. When I don’t have plans, or don’t want to do anything else, baking is sort of a fallback for me, as it is for many of us. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, but I find it extremely soothing. The whir of the mixer, the smell of butter and sugar combining and then baking – all of it. Read the rest of this entry »