There is Nothing Rock & Roll About This Post

So, just quickly, tomorrow is my daughter’s 4th birthday party.  She wants a chocolate cake.

“Too easy!” I told her.  “Aren’t I the best mother in the world!”  She agreed and threw her chubby arms around my neck.**

So I have spent the best part of the afternoon making a chocolate cake.

Now, maybe I was a bit distracted having the kids so enthusiastically help me with the task.  Maybe I’m just a bit caught up in the move back to Oz.  Or maybe, just maybe, I just f*cked up.

The cake came out of the oven looking like a brown pancake.  Then I noticed two vital ingredients were still on the bench.  I had left out butter and eggs.

But still – no problem!  I’ll just whip up another one and sandwich the two of them together with whipped cream!   Because I’m brilliant and this whole birthday party thing is a cinch!  Never mind that I meant to invite 5 friends and ended up with 15…. noooooo, that’s absolutely not a problem.  And two days before we move out of this house too.  Easy peasy!

So I made another cake, turned it out onto the cooling rack…

…. and it fell apart.  The damn f*cker just crumbled all over the counter.

Still, I thought, I’ll just retrieve what I can and jigsaw it together as the top layer to the Cake With Key Ingredients Missing underneath.

I just went to whip the cream.  And it turned into butter.  Seriously.  Right now, on my kitchen bench, there is a bowl with a big fat bloody lump of butter staring up at me.  Mocking me.  You can’t even whip cream!  You’re a disgrace to your hand-held electric mixer!

Now I like butter as much as the next person, and a small part of me is somewhat congratulatory that I managed to make some with such ease.

But this is getting ridiculous.

Right – back to the kitchen.

**She told me I am stinky and ran away.  


3 thoughts on “There is Nothing Rock & Roll About This Post

  1. MsCaroline says:

    bwahaha….I'm torn between laughing and hyperventilating. If that had been me, I would have been having a nervous breakdown all over the kitchen floor. Oh, who am I kidding. I would have ordered the cake from a bakery. Hats off to you for doing something like this 2 days before moving – and having enough perspective to laugh at it so soon!

  2. mid30slife says:

    Actually, if I had been smart I would have bought a back-up cake – something a friend told me about today as she always buys one just in case. But then again, I really shouldn't need one for a simple chocolate cake should I??!! Ah well, my daughter liked it and that's good enough for me.

    Thanks for commenting! xx

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