baking

This post is really, really, really late. I’m sorry. Yeah, I know. Lisa and I baked this like a month ago but LISTEN, I’ve been BUSY so LEAVE ME ALONE. Plus, this baking endeavor was really tiring and it kind of made me hate every recipe that called for some cutesy twist, which led to my current stagnant bitterness over anything heart or baking related. Unfortunately, this has not affected the amount of baked goods I consume every week.

Back to the Giant Baking. Since Lisa and I have officially run out of ideas (or HAD….wait until you see what we’ve got in store next *cue dramatic music*), we decided to continue with the theme of baking-things-inside-of-things. We weren’t pleased with how the Oreo stuffed chocolate chip cookies turned out, but what about a heart shaped cake baked inside a regular cake? OMG SO CUTE.

Yeah, that’s now how we felt about a third of the way through. We’re renaming this recipe was “stupid cake” because of the insane number of steps, the errors in the recipes we used (people, there’s a big difference between baking soda and baking powder so please don’t confuse the two), the number of times we actually had to touch the cakes (and I have this weird thing where I don’t really like to touch food unless it’s putting a donut in my mouth) and the fact that we had to put parts of this cake in the freezer a billion times.

Seriously. If your recipe calls for putting parts of the final product inside the freezer, it is not longer considered “baking.” It is called “freezing” and therefore, should be relegated to hobbies that involve like making popsicles, ice cream or storing dead bodies.

Okay, I’ll stop complaining. Let’s go.

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Let me tell you a funny story. One morning, I woke up from a horrible nightmare where B and I decided to bake a pie for our friends and their kiddies for a dinner party, but for some reason, we decided to bake it that night at their place. We didn’t bring any of the right utensils or ingredients, so the pie making was going nowhere. We even put egg in the dough, though I have no idea why. Meanwhile, our friends were patiently waiting for the pie to be ready while the food was getting cold and their kids were crying from hunger. It was really awful.

So I woke up, went to work and told my friend all about it, which led us to talk about how we should really bake a pie with their kids in real life to a) prove that dreams don’t come true and b) prove how fun baking a pie with awesome kids can be. And that’s exactly what we did.

Well, we baked a pie with one kid who is my favoritest four year old in the world because his little brother is still only a wee baby and though he can hold his head up, I doubt he’d be able to handle a rolling pin.

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