For Isaiah's birthday party, I really did. Homemade cake and frosting and homemade pizza. What the heck was I thinking? I can only stand for a few minutes at a time on my messed up leg (with crutches) as it is. I baked the cake at 1030pm on Saturday and it seemed like to come out pretty good, but when I tasted it the next morning it seemed a little too sour (from buttermilk). I figured it would be OK with good frosting.
Here is where things went wrong...
I ATTEMPTED to make butter cream frosting, but ended up with very sweet buttery scrambled eggs whites. I think I overheated the sugar and I guess it started to crystallize. After burning the heck out of my hand with boiling sugar trying to slowly pour it in, it scrambled the whipped egg whites. I thought it looked weird but didn't notice how bad until I stopped the mixer and the beater was full of fluffy scrambled eggs.
scrambled eggs..er frosting...check
Wal- mart cake it is.
After rolling around Walmart in a scooter I was in no mood to come home a make pizza dough. I was actually close to crying. Pop pop came to the rescue with pickup from the yummy italian place in our neighborhood.
In the end Isaiah had a great party.
What an asshole.
5 hours ago