Let Me Eat Cake. Please?
July 1, 2009
Tonight I baked a cake from Sarah Magid’s beautiful cookbook. Of course, I improvised heavily, seeing as how I never plan ahead and inevitably lack the correct ingredients when I decide to follow any recipe. I also don’t have any sort of electronic mixer; actually, not even so much as a proper spatula, so that makes things…interesting. I basically do everything with spoons. All in all, the cake seems to have turned out decently though.
Unfortunately I ruined (really ruined) my attempt at icing. I’ll wait until tomorrow to try again. Instead, I spent the eve playing with some marzipan–sans rolling pin, cookie cutter, or any other helpful tool. A pig and a hippo seemed easy enough to roll with my own damn hands.
You know, my pitiful kitchen has me daydreaming of my friend’s recent bridal shower, where she received the most glorious cooking gadgets and gizmos a person could hope for. Too bad similar gift-giving traditions don’t exist when a couple decides to move in together. Or when a person graduates college. Or gets their first post-student-housing apartment. Or simply wants to learn how to cook.
My, this post has been disproportionately long in relation to the silly snapshot it accompanies. Consider this a teaser: Tomorrow you (might) see a whole cake.