So its Chriss 13th birthday and he wants a red velvet cake.... and Im happy to bake him one. I combine all my ingredients in a bowl, break out the hand mixer, take a look down at my white shirt and decide to do a quick change before I cut the mixer on. I turn around and pull the whole bowl of wet ingredients down on my pants, shoes and floor ....but none on my shirt! I recover slowly, under breath of many expletives and contemplations of just buying a cake. I begin again, a little more hastily this time. Careful to measure everything but much more confident and sure of the steps since I had just completed them all minutes earlier. The last ingredient, eggs... 1,2,3,4 and on 5 I dump a bloody egg right into my red velvet cake batter. At this point, Im certain I remember hearing this is a bad omen and surely is meant to deter me from finishing this cake. Out of ingredients and nearly out of time, I seriously consider buying a grocery cake and popping it on my fancy cake plate. Not to be deterred by superstition or my own self sabotage, I go round three. Its in the oven now and if it makes it to the table tonight, I hope he can taste all the love but not the blood, sweat or tears that went into baking it. Happy Birthday Chris!
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 19:08:21 +0000
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