So when it came to my wedding cake, I decided: here was a great opportunity to save some money! Who actually eats wedding cake anyway? There will most certainly not be shoving of cake into my face by the hubs-elect....
And immediately there were riots. My sister went up in arms, my roommates in London began to insist they would not come to my wedding if I insisted on such insanity. So in the face of such intense dessert-loving friends, we came up with a solution: I would save money on the cake by having Lisa bake one, and my London roommate bake the other.
So I have been happily ignoring the cakes, until recently when I realized that I should look into the recipe and try it out in the cake pans I had bought. And what a perfect opportunity presented itself! My lovely future mother in law (who really is lovely) celebrated her birthday this past weekend, and I decided I would win her over further with my charming cake.
So I went to my mom's house (because it was empty as they were on vacation, and because she has a KitchenAid), and decided that cake baking = no problem. So first things first, I go to separate 8 eggs.
An inauspicious beginning, as I immediately break the first yolk into the first egg white. Bah.
Ok! So! now I have 8 eggs separated. Now the flour.....
Can you tell I was really more interested in taking cool photos of the stuff than in the actual making of cake?
This is how I felt afterwards. Desolated and covered in flour and egg white.
I knew something wasn't quite right - and I should have known that I needed to beware any recipe that included folding in egg whites...but I didn't listen to my inner voice. As my father says, ALWAYS listen to your inner voice... because this is what my cakes looked like on the inside:
Lumps of horrible, unmixed cake batter. Ugh.
So I went into panic mode, and was really really grateful for the fact that my parents buy eggs in packages of 18. It was 5:30 - the first cake had taken me 3 hours to ruin, and we were supposed to be at Brandon's parents by 6:30. I threw together a second batch of cake batter, mixed it properly this time, and melted a ton of chocolate and butter together. And behold:
|a little sucking up never hurt anyone :)|
And this is why I leave the baking in my family to the masters. Sigh.
Well except for these cheese and adobo pepper cornmeal muffins, which I made on Sunday morning. They were delish.