DENIAL: Thinking to myself, "Yes, I have had baking failures in the past, but I have grown since then. I am a mother now, and a mother should know how to do things like bake a cake. Yes, it sounds difficult, but Easter dinner is a special occasion, so what better time to try a new recipe?" I was in denial of my domestic shortcomings, which led to this.
ANGER: This stage of grief was mostly felt by Reo. As I stood staring in shock at what was to be my first baking success in history, Reo became angry at my Bundt pan, the cooking spray I used, and the recipe in general.
BARGAINING: Bargaining is not a very effective stage of grief in cake deaths, as one can only assume that God is not interested in making a deal with me to bring my lemon cornmeal cake with a lemony glaze back to life, and it seems quite petty to even try to bargain in the first place, so I quickly moved on to.
DEPRESSION: This stage lasted the longest. I had invested at least 2 hours and an entire load of dishes in the dishwasher to this cake, so I did not take the loss easily. Tears were shed. Lots of them. Finally, I recovered.
ACCEPTANCE: Going through 4 previous stages of grief takes a while, and now it was nearing 11 PM. I was not about to attempt another recipe (with most likely similar results). So, I sucked it up and did what I could with what I had. I covered up the barren spots as much as possible, and turned the cake into what is kindly referred to at my house as a "Pac Man" cake (this is not the first time something like this has happened....)
In this particular instance of cake death, I felt it necessary to add a 6th stage of grief. I was not quite ready to forgive and forget, so I bring you
REVENGE:
That Bundt pan will never be able to hurt me again!
5 comments:
The cake was delicious, so all your trouble were worth while.
oh no! At least you turned it into a funny blog post? I think the end result was looks quite tasty, but I don't blame you for throwing the pan away, I am also an enemy of the bunt pan.
Death to the Bundt!
But I think Cami really appreciated the "C" cake, so maybe God had a hand in it after all...
This post has restored my faith in blogs. Bravo, Bravo!
Erik laughed so hard at this that he literally spit on me.
I have had my share of domestic failures as well. Ask Reo about the time I managed to burn Jell-o, or the time I burned my own face while making french toast.
My advice is, start with cupcakes and work your way up from there. I suck at making cookies, but have been told my cupcakes are legendary.
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