I'm baking a cake!!!
I know, I know, what else is new?
If you haven't seen my other blog (www.treatothers.wordpress.com), baking is basically my form of instant happiness. My baking blog is currently on unofficial hiatus, since Policy threw me for the loop and I took a month to recover, but I have't actually stopped. And since I my friend and I plan to collectively celebrate our 22nd birthdays this weekend, I decided to try this: raspberricupcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-champagne-strawberry-cake.html except using my favorite chocolate cake base.
In my ponderings of how to alter this recipe to suit my own needs, I realized today why all butter cream frostings taste weird to me. I can't really eat them now, I prefer cream cheese based frostings. The sad truth of it is, my mother used to make our frosting based on a recipe that calls for crisco. CRISCO. Lard. Ewwwwwwwwwww.
Thank you, Mummy, for that future heart attack.
I will admit that it does make things taste fantastic. Half of me doesn't even care and still is begging to be able to lick the spoon. Perhaps death by car crash isn't my future after all...
If you haven't seen my other blog (www.treatothers.wordpress.com), baking is basically my form of instant happiness. My baking blog is currently on unofficial hiatus, since Policy threw me for the loop and I took a month to recover, but I have't actually stopped. And since I my friend and I plan to collectively celebrate our 22nd birthdays this weekend, I decided to try this: raspberricupcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-champagne-strawberry-cake.html except using my favorite chocolate cake base.
In my ponderings of how to alter this recipe to suit my own needs, I realized today why all butter cream frostings taste weird to me. I can't really eat them now, I prefer cream cheese based frostings. The sad truth of it is, my mother used to make our frosting based on a recipe that calls for crisco. CRISCO. Lard. Ewwwwwwwwwww.
Thank you, Mummy, for that future heart attack.
I will admit that it does make things taste fantastic. Half of me doesn't even care and still is begging to be able to lick the spoon. Perhaps death by car crash isn't my future after all...