Well, I know that I the man I marry won’t marry me for my cooking…
Whenever I am upset or angry I bake (especially cakes). Well, yesterday I made a “Dark Forest Cake”…
Everything was alright, I had the mixer out and it was beating away my cake mix pretty fast. I started to add the eggs… in goes one egg…. And I cracked open the other, held it over the mixer and waited for it to fall out of the shell. But, to my luck, the shell slipped out of my hand into the mixer. The egg shell was beat into a million pieces and they were flying everywhere. I turned off the mixer and started picking out the little pieces or eggshell.
After so long, you just say fuck it and not tell anyone there is eggshell in the cake unless they ask what the crunchyness is from.
Then, I was looking at the wrong page and made the wrong icing for my cake.
Not the best cake, and everyone found out about the eggshells.
Yummmm
Sam
