You Snooze, You Get Your Picture Taken

Today is Fred's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLEEPY HEAD!

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Part II

Know how sometimes things look better in your imagination. Well, the birthday cake that I made Fred was one of those things. Argh! I can't believe it came out crappy. I make chocolate things all the time. I guess top notch brownie making skills does transfer horizontally to cake making skills.

Extra chocolicious chocolate marble cake turned out to be extra extreme terrain chocolate crackle cake. At first I was like, hmm... gaping gorge on the top. Not a good sign. But I was optimistic. It smelled so good, the apartment could probably pass off as Wonka's latest venture into fine confectionary, cottage industry style.


For some reason, the marbling mixture didn't get along with the rest of the stuff. And that created a really interesting effect. Like the cake adopted it's own colony of ants while I wasn't looking. Somehow I don't see a market for "ant farm" cakes, but if you think you know someone who might be interested, let me know.


Silly Fred tried to be nice. He wanted to eat the whole cake. Even said it tasted good. Awwwww. Nice try. I could tell he was definitely betting on trying to stop him. Honestly, the cake tasted like crap. Ok, It was actually edible, but you're not supposed to be able to taste flour in cake, much less in chocolate cake. For what it was, that cake had a good life. In the trash it went.


What's a me to do then? At 11:00pm, the best solution was to go get a cake at the grocery store. Luckily they had a chocolate fudge cake. Much better than the one I made. Mine wins on originality though.