So yesterday, while my laptop was ticking away, I was baking my Daddy a birthday cake.
A dark chocolate Chiffon cake with rosewater icing to be exact.
That shit is da bomb.
Even me, the eternal cake hater, ate a slice.
I know, right?
You need to go and make it immediately. Even if it is one of those pain in the arse mix by hand whip egg whites in the mixer OMG WHY OH WHY DON’T I HAVE TWO BOWLS FOR MY MIXER jobbies.
~I used plain old cocoa and it was awesome. I expect if I had the fancy arsed one it would have been awesome squared.
~When the recipe says ‘best used right away’ when referring to the frosting they are not shitting you. I wish I added a little more cream and rewhipped it cause it was a little thick and hard to spread. I ended up plopping it on with my hand and smoothing it with my fingers. And then having a hand of rosewater frosting for lunch.
It’s a hard life.
~I added a teeny bit more rosewater to get that Turkish Delight taste and it was wolfed down in seconds.
A word of warning: If you are going to steal the leftovers cause it is your birthday and your cake and totally your right, don’t leave the cake uncovered on the front seat of your car while going shopping for your grandsons birthday present. Because you will forget said uncovered cake sitting on the front seat of your car and while bidding your family adieu after acquiring said grandsons present will turn around and sit on said uncovered cake on the front seat of the car.
Nice arse old man.
This is why the older generation hate that we all have cameras on our phones now. They can’t get away with shit.
Apparently it still tasted good.