Like most of you, I have a full-time, non-baking job. And (try to have) a social life. So in between work and other stuff, I rush home and test recipes. Well, I was anxious to start baking again after a brief hiatus and was quickly setting things on the counter for a berry cake, it is still (barely, sniff!) summer, after all. Milk, butter, measuring spoons, eggs and C-R-A-A-A-C-K!
Oops. Apparently when my mom said you shouldn't set eggs on the counter because they might roll onto the floor, she was serious.
So I laughed, snapped a few pics and moved on with my baking project. Really, what else could you do? After waiting impatiently for the cake to bake, I pulled it out of the oven and it looked amazing! My oven doesn't have a window on it, so you can imagine how painful it is for me to wait. I let it cool for a few minutes in the pan, then gently turned it out onto the cooling rack. The color was great and it smelled delicious but it looked like there was a small break so I lifted the cake to get a closer look and it slid right off that cooling rack. Yes, you heard me. My second kitchen disaster of the evening.
Oops again. I think my jaw about dropped to the floor and my eyes bugged out of my head. That cake looked so good! And if there wasn't a break in it before, I sure fixed that! I'll have to do some more testing and get back to you on that recipe...
Oh, cake, you dear sweet deliciousness, why do you taste so good? If I'd realized how much patience this whole baking thing required, I may have chosen another addiction, but it's too late to turn back now!