Tale of the Pumpkin Cake

Nov 26, 2010 10:39

So, as most people residing in the US of A know, yesterday was Thanksgiving Day.  Now I am not a festive person by nature, but I do enjoy TD, mainly because that for once this country is acknowledging the Natvie Americans that bailed our asses from certain death....(before we killed them all for their land).  Not like Columbus Day where we celebrate a man who was a greedy SOB, a murderer, and a complete idiot that had to be sent back home in chains.

I can go on forever about this...but yea...Thanksgiving Day I like.


Anyways, my bro and his wife, a teenage cousin, and my sister who is here from college are all visiting during this time of celebration.  We were all going to head out (with my mum and dad) to my grandmother where 20 other relatives would be waiting.  Our house was supposed to bring the dessert.  Now, 2 hours before the festivities we all banded together (minus mum and dad) to make a pumpkin cake (my sis-in-law was the ring master with the recipe).  Now four adults and one teenager were able to make the cake, put it in the oven, and clean up in less than 15 minutes.  Bake time:  30-35 minutes.  Timer set to ring at 25 minutes just to be safe.

We scatter to get dressed and ready.

My teenage cousin and I were the first dressed and settled in the kitchen while I taught him the card game Speed, and we commented on how the cake smells good as it baked.  Then my sister walks in and yells 'SMOKE!'

Seriously, billows of smoke were coming out of the oven.  O.O

Thus commences the most panicked feror that this house has seen in...well since the Pepsi incident 13 years ago (THAT is another story).  We shut the doors that would lead to the smoke alarm, opened all the windows  and fans, and with newspapers we fanned the smoke OUT, and my sis pulled our charchoal cake out of the oven and into the balcony where the lovely november cold chilled that sucker.  I don't know when, but my bro and sis-in-law somehow appeared and were fanning alongside us.

At one point I saw my mum peek in, and then slink out not wanting anything to do with our mess.

Injuries sustained:  One burned finger.
Outcome:  Out pretty clothes smelled like smoke

The timer rings:  25 minute mark.

WTF just happened?!!!

Ends up our lovely oven, which was set at 350,  is jacked up and decided to go to BROIL.

So, four adults and a teenager scramble and with our smokey clothes getting splattered with flour, eggs, sugar, cinnamon and other ingrediets that make up a pumpkin cake and in about 8 minutes it was ready, covered in foil to be baked at grandmas.

My dad comes into the kitchen, and frowns, "What burned?"

...thank you daddy.  thank you so, so much....

We all had to change, so we ended up being about 20 minutes late, and while we ate the cake baked, and let me let you this...

with my sis-in-laws home-made cream cheese frosting...dear GOD Pumpkin Cake 2.0 was SO GOOD!!!!!!

And as I am typing this I just remembered....Pumpkin Cake 1.0 is still chilling on the balcony.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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