My Muse Is Pissed!
I have not posted in quite a while. I haven't felt the urge. Until now, I have been moved by such an outrageous claim I cannot remain silent. I must warn others. Ann Byrn, author of the Cake Doctor is a false messiah, a dangerous dangerous woman.
Bryn claims in her book that you can take a cake mix, add one or two extra ingredients, and produce a cake that no one would ever guess came from a mix. Well, today is my husband's birthday, of which I was not so gently reminded this morning. So I set off to make a cake, but I didn't feel like going out and buying ingredients. I also didn't feel like going out to the bakery and just getting a damned cake. I looked in my cupboards and pulled out an old devils food cake mix (I swear on my mother's grave that I only use it for school bake sales), and finally (first time ever) looked at the Cake Doctor, a Christmas gift from my sister-in-law.
Bryn's basic argument boils down to adding two teaspoons of vanilla extract to the mix, and replacing the oil and water called for on the box with a stick of butter and 1 cup whole milk. I followed the instructions to a T.
And I got a fucking cake that looks and tastes like it came from a mix. The nerve. There ought to be a law! I want all you politically minded people out there to write their elected officials immediately! And Martha's the one looking at jail. Where is the justice!?
Bryn claims in her book that you can take a cake mix, add one or two extra ingredients, and produce a cake that no one would ever guess came from a mix. Well, today is my husband's birthday, of which I was not so gently reminded this morning. So I set off to make a cake, but I didn't feel like going out and buying ingredients. I also didn't feel like going out to the bakery and just getting a damned cake. I looked in my cupboards and pulled out an old devils food cake mix (I swear on my mother's grave that I only use it for school bake sales), and finally (first time ever) looked at the Cake Doctor, a Christmas gift from my sister-in-law.
Bryn's basic argument boils down to adding two teaspoons of vanilla extract to the mix, and replacing the oil and water called for on the box with a stick of butter and 1 cup whole milk. I followed the instructions to a T.
And I got a fucking cake that looks and tastes like it came from a mix. The nerve. There ought to be a law! I want all you politically minded people out there to write their elected officials immediately! And Martha's the one looking at jail. Where is the justice!?