I added "Bake a birthday cake for Justin" to my 101 in 1001 list and my 2012 to do list because he once made an offhand comment about how no one has ever baked him a cake. It was a long time ago, and I don't remember WHY no one ever baked him a cake (storebought cake? brownies instead? i have no idea), but it stuck. I really wanted to bake him a cake for his 30th birthday. And boxed cake doesn't count.
I am one of those people who registered for a KitchenAid mixer because everyone registers for a KitchenAid mixer in a fit of laser-gun toting power, not because I am actually knowledgeable or non-lazy enough to use it. So when I went to bake the cake at like 10pm on a Monday night, it seemed like too much work to finally open the box (assuming I could find it) for the first time in three and a half years of marriage so I could teach myself how to use the damn thing. So not only did I bake a cake from scratch, I mixed it with my own two hands. I am superwoman.
German chocolate cake is his favorite, so I went with this recipe. Justin couldn't find any cake flour (what, you don't send your husband out to buy the ingredients for his own cake?), so I used all purpose flour. I also ran out of butter (oops) so I used some country crock in the filling. Gross, right? I can't imagine why it didn't set properly. And was a bizarre yellow color.
I also ran into some issues with the chocolate - I kind of burnt it so it didn't really drizzle. Whatever. Erica liked this picture on instagram so clearly I am a cooking success. The only thing that could top that is if Martha Stewart herself gave me her blessing.
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