Readers of my blog...I come to you today from a place of failure and embarrassment.
Often times, I am so caught up in doing new things and succeeding that when something like this happens, I am shaken to the core...THE CORE.
I call it, the Do Not Resuscitate cake.
It started off like any normal cake would have. I lovingly measured out the ingredients...gently combined them in the bowl...carefully added the water...cautiously mixed it all up.
Then I poured it into my 8 inch pan and popped it in the oven with dreams of a happy healthy brown chocolate baby....I mean cake.
10 minutes later, I was opening the oven door to what appeared to be the purple thing from ghostbusters and an exploding volcano....TWO exploding volcanoes. I didn't even bother to take a picture...it was that depressing.
It was overflowing and there was a gigantic solid thing protruding out of the middle which looked very much like a certain body part but I'm going to keep this space PG...so I'll leave it to your imagination.
I didn't even fill it that much...it was just a TAD over the mark I usually fill at.
So anyway....my roommate and I made the executive decision to take it out, empty some of the batter and pop it back in.
20 mins later I opened the oven door to find what appeared to be a landslide in my cake. It had completely sunk in the middle...like absolutely completely. I didn't even know what to do so I just sat down and did some heavy breathing exercises while my roommate tried to convince me that it wasn't that bad...yeah right! Who was she kidding!?
That's why its called the Do Not Resuscitate cake...we should have let it go the first time.
Have you guys seen the video of the bride having a crisis and cutting her hair while her friends convince her that it doesn't look that bad. It was like that....exactly like that..
I've gone through little problems through my various baking projects but a complete failure like this hasn't happened in a long while.
Had I lost it? Was this baking thing a momentary, temporary phase of my life that is now dead and gone?
But even though it looked terrible and horrible, it still tasted amazing...gooey and moist and rich and chocolatey. So we sat there and ate this failed cake out of the pan while bringing my baking self esteem back up.
Nevertheless, I am back on my baking tip and made some of my best creations yet!
Moral of the story; sometimes, no matter how right you do things, the result is a complete mess and you find yourself just shit outta luck. Don't give up. Find a lesson in the experience and if not...have a good laugh and move on.