I mentioned last week that I was in charge of the cake table for my sister and her fiance’s engagement party. I put my hand up for the job with gusto, and by Thursday I’d already burnt the brownies.
On Friday I called my sister in tears. It had been a hugely stressful morning with an array of toddler tantrums and a batch of undercooked red velvet cakes. “I’ve ruined them!” I sobbed down the line. My face went all blotchy and tears cascaded down my red cheeks, just as there was a knock at the door.
A courier stood in the doorway as I wiped my tears onto my sleeve and kept my sister on the line. “I didn’t order anything,” I muttered. He spotted my tears and wanted out, as quickly as possible, “You don’t have to pay for it, just take it.” {It was a kind gift from the people at Freedom I later learned}.
On Saturday morning I woke early to finish off the baking for the party. Last on my list were some lemon yoghurt cupcakes. I managed to ruin them, too. I sent off a text to my little sister ‘I screwed up these ones too’ {except with language slightly more colourful}.
And then I sat on the kitchen floor and sobbed again. I don’t know why it mattered so much, but it mattered. My sister could care less. Once I pulled myself together I dragged myself downstairs to get a dash of hopeful sympathy from Hubby, “I ruined the cakes.”
All he could mutter in his sleep state was, “Why did you do that for?”
We packed our bags and headed south for the party with a plan, we wouldn’t tell anyone that I made the cakes {thank goodness no one reads my blog!}, and I’d stop off to a proper cake shop and pick up one on the way. Phew. Besides by the time cake-time rolls around everyone is pretty merry and drunk anyway, right?
I used to hate heading back to where I grew up, but I love it now. Love it. And not just because they have fancy baguette holders on their trolleys either. {That long neck beer in the bag was mine for the party. Kidding! It’s champagne. To go with my non-existent baguette}.
The party was great {so great I didn’t get my camera out once, oops!}. It was moved at the last minute to the local footy club, which made it even more fun. We all had a blast. Good food, good friends, lovely family and a beautiful couple to celebrate. And even the cakes went down well. Apparently burnt brownies are a little bit delicious {recipe to come later this week}.
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Hi Chanetelle
isn't it the worst when you try so hard to have something perfect and it comes out – well – less than perfect.
All's well that ends well though 🙂
x
Loulou
http://hereiamloulou.blogspot.com/
Ruined cakes are the story of my life. Glad to hear you had heaps of fun in the end xoxo
Some of my best tasting cakes are cake wrecks …icing and choc covers most cake sins.
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Well it's the thought and effort that counts. Glad it was still a lovely night in the end.
I have had many of those baking moments. Your not alone. Happy to hear you had a good weekend after all.
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Oh these things happen, crying over cup cakes is just one of those things that seems ridiculous to anyone but the baker!! We're with you Chantelle, we've all been there & put silly pressure on ourselves. I LOVE going home to where i grew up, though, pretty ensure they invented the baguette & flower holder on the trolleys at my childhood local Woolworths??!! Love Posie
Hahaha, I always buy not make myself. Glad you had a great time & the party went well regardless.
xo
OMG! The exact thing happened to me 2 years ago at my brother-in-law's engagement party.
I set my mind to making a 3 tiered cake and didn't start until that morning! I was a complete mess but they still don't know the cake they wound up with was from the cheesecake shop!
This is why I never put my hand up for things like that – because it would end in disaster! I'm glad you found a solution in the end xxx
But not to worry about the cakes… the great thing about cakes and slices is that they taste great even when they look less than perfect. So I'm sure they were totally scrumptious. Glad the party went well.
Isn't there something biblical about burnt offerings?! Cakes and brownies on the toasty side are even more yum in my humble opinion!
If it's any consolation, those cupcake wrappers (as pretty as they are) are totally impossible to bake in!
I've discovered you need to do them in a liner first, then plonk them in!
I've had disasters with them too!
I'm sure it was all beautiful
XO
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