And if you know me, you know I'm not known for my superb baking skills. I make a mean batch of Oreo balls but let's be honest, anybody can mix up crushed Oreos and a block of cream cheese and dip em in some white chocolate.
For a few months I had been dying to bake something.
A cake. Some homemade biscuits. Anything sweet & yummy. I don't even know why. The dude I'm married to doesn't even have a sweet tooth and I'm on this little journey with Weight Watchers... so....
But when I got the April issue of Southern Living I read through the recipe that was featured on the cover for Strawberry Lemonade Layer Cake and thought to myself, hmm I think I could make that. And strawberries just happen to be muh fave.
Well, being the novice I am, I of course had to make a list of ingredients I needed that was as long as my arm. EEK! What the heck is cake flour??? I barely understand the difference between self-rising and the other kind... what's it called?
Anyway... I came, I conquered, I baked!
Everybody takes a picture with their cake, right?
It's a thing.
So you may be wondering if I took this cake to a party or over to a friend's house or somethin.
Nope. Just wanted to see if I could do it.
Anthony accused me of shutting down the kitchen for the weekend but that wasn't the case at all.
It kinda did take me most of the day, but it was mostly because I was OCD about reading the recipe 413 times and measuring everything exactly and trying to make it as perfect as the picture on the cover of the magazine. I really don't know why I don't bake these kinds of cakes more often. ;-)
My coworkers loved it. And I did, too. With a cold glass of milk. mmm
Eh, I think I'll hang up my apron though.
Probably just gonna stick to Oreo balls.