Yesterday was Alasdair’s birthday.
We have a tradition in our family that says you get a cake made for you on your birthday. Well, Alasdair is the baker in our family and makes wonderful cakes out of practically nothing. I slaved all day on Tuesday looking for the perfect recipe (OK, not true. I spent ten minutes looking for the perfect recipe). I stopped by the supermarket on the way home and got the ingredients for a ginger loaf with butterscotch coating…yummy. I don’t know why but on the way out I suddenly thought to get a bag of premixed chocolate sponge cake. You know, just in case.
You see where this is going?
Turns out I was right. I really did slave all day yesterday to make this wonderful, beautiful creation. One that a wife should be proud of, one that a husband and kids should devour and remember forever and ever as the best cake in the world.
Except…when I went to cut the cake with a sharp knife, one of our very expensive and very sharp steel knives, it wouldn’t even mark never mind cut. Oops! It appeared I’d made a brick for Alasdair’s birthday. Not only that but when I did get it cut the insides were raw! How does that happen?!?!
Still at least it looked nice and it kept us warm for a wee while as it burned on the fire. Thank goodness for the backup cake mix…
By the way, if you decide to try any of this you should note that butterscotch morsels and Werther’s Originals are not the same thing. Also, Werther’s Originals don’t melt when heated…nope, they bond together in a huge messy lump that you can’t get off the plate you put it on out of the way so that you could make chocolate topping instead…just saying, not that this is what I did or anything! <walks away whistling>