I admire those who have the talent of decorating cakes which appeal to the eye. I have seen waterfalls cascading over islands, mermaids swimming in a lagoon, realistic looking animals and mighty castles. I have a hard time just getting a cake to look like a cake.
I don’t claim ever having made a cake from scratch. It’s quite satisfying just to know that I can do it from the box. It’s always a surprise to the family when they learn that it was me and not Roland who made it. But usually the presentation alone tells you which one of us made it.
I greased the pans I used for the last cake I made. I greased them rather well, I thought. But neither came out terrifically smooth. One broke in the process.
I made Roland’s wonderful frosting – which actually turned out better than his last two frostings had. I was quite excited about that, as it just really does not happen all that often.
It was a very ugly cake. I think Jenna would have done a better job with it but she wasn’t even here to help me. I made the entire meal all by myself. The entire cake had been devoured by the next morning.