OK here I am playing Little Susie Homemaker...birthday cake time. Cake looks nice, doesn't it...just whipping up a little frosting...
This is not the first cake. I made a cake (both from scratch) starting at 7:30 AM even before I had coffee because I had so much to do that day.
This is the first cake. I beat it (though I swear I timed it TWO MINUTES) and filled the pans. Put it in the oven, set the timer, and got online to check email. After a while I smelled it cooking. OK if I knew how to cross out I would have crossed out cooking and put in burning. This fire is not my first. The cake rises, overflows, and starts a fire on the bottom of my oven. So I put out the fire, scraped out the burning mass and hoped for the best. Which obviously did not happen. The cake deflated (DUH, the oven door was open for a while) and I had to scrape that out of the pans. And start over. I had coffee first. This time I filled the pans and poured some of the batter down the sink (it was extra).
And this is not the first time...I seem to have a mental block about cakes. But we got candles on it and celebrated and Noah went to the obligatory liquor store and bought a six-pack.
Oh and we had a lovely guest, Sofia, up from her home in Manhattan. She stayed for a few days. I love it when the house is full. Noah brought her to Plattsburg and she took the train home.