Cake Wrecks...

Okay, most of you know I'm not really keen on cooking. I really don't like it much, I tend to use mixes or pick easy fast recipes if I do cook. Either that or Jer cooks.... cause he likes it.

Well, on Friday I decided that we would do a get together for Missy's birthday... just family, you know the routine!

Anyhow, on Friday morning I clean, clean, cleaned the house (cause it was narsty and looked like the filth-monster had come and vomited all over and that is just embarrassing with the in-laws and everyone comes over!). Somewhere in the middle of all of that I got Missy up so that she could get ready and then help me make her cake. She had expressly asked if she could help the day before and I said yes... so, we mixed the cake (cause I was very non-molly and bought a mix from Voldemort) and shoveled it into the oven and I set the timer.

Missy and Turbo went downstairs to watch the Incredibles while I started to clean the narsty bathrooms...

40 minutes later my timer goes off.... and I take the cake out of the oven (burning my thumb in the process, see I told you I had skill!). I took a look at the cake and thought "that doesn't look right...." and then I raced off to take Missy to preschool with her store bought treats for her classmates and went to lunch with my mom. Once I got home I showed mom the cake and said "I don't think it raised..." and she reaffirmed my thoughts with a definite... "Nope, didn't raise! But that's okay, I'm sure it tastes fine."

So after I went to pick Missy up from preschool and Goober got off the bus I loaded everyone into the van and headed back to Voldemort... and bought another cake mix, but a different brand... because HEY! The last one was FAIL. Then we all headed home and I made the cake again, put it in the oven and went beck to cleaning....

This time the cake did rise. Unfortunately it didn't cool fast enough though and I tried to get it out of the bundt pan before it was ready because, dangit people were going to be coming soon!

Yah, then commenced the cake wreck. I even said it was a cake wreck, which triggered Missy's tears... I quickly told her it would taste great and that I would still let her put the sprinkles on it! Because Missy really wanted to put the sprinkles on something...Which meant I had to try to frost the narsty thing...

At least she had fun pouring the sprinkles on it... and I wasn't in the least tempted to micro manage that, it was unlikely that the poor girl could make it any worse than it already was....

So I quickly called my mom and had her pick up a cake!

Much better! Happy Birthday again Missy!