But after an unpleasant run-in with the standing mixer (okay, it wasn’t the mixer’s fault) JR took an emergency run to the only gas station with frosting (thank resurrected Jesus!) that was open on Easter. The cottage cheese textured frosting, which left me sitting at my kitchen counter laughing maniacally at 8 o’clock this morning, was quickly ‘fixed’ with a little food coloring and piped edges to make it look a little less, err, regurgitated.
Yes, ‘before’ pictures do exist and no, I’m not going to post them, it’s just too revolting. I think the lesson in all of this was that we all screw up sometimes in ways that are truly, truly unimportant. Granted, the texture of the sour cream butter cream left much to be desired, but the taste? Oh, the taste!
Plus Brother’s girlfriend reminded us all that there’s an inverse relationship with flavor and looks: “The uglier the cake, the tastier it is!” So while I’m not quite in the running for cake wrecks, I do know that if you can’t make a gorgeous cake you ought to at least be able to whip something up that can make everyone laugh. And ultimately, this is all that matters: