Cake report

I forgot. I was to tell everyone how my red velvet cake turned out. Here's how: GODLY FANTASTIC! Considering it was my first time. Oh my god. I'm never gonna bake cookies again, they always disappoint me. Cakes are different. I have hope. The cooking/baking genes have not entirely dodged me after all, thank you celestial beings up there. Won't forget you, DNA, either. The right sperm had entered the right ovum.

Here, for proof:

Ta-dah!

Just kidding.That isn't my cake. I googled it.

OK. To be fair, the cake was only good taste-wise. Looks-wise, I would have gotten an award for Shittiest Looking Cake in the Universe, hands down everyone, please. What little appeal left of my "broken" (i didn't grease the mould enough, and it got stuck to the pan. I had to use a spoon to lift up the cake, which came out in pieces.) cake was immediately gone after I spread the cream cheese on it. It pains me to admit it, but the cake looks disgusting.


From this experience, apart from being a failure in cookies-baking, it appears I have no talent in frosting cakes either. I iz sad.


But, haven't we learnt? Do not judge a book (I mean, cake) by its cover. Looks are deceiving, and I didn't quite believe that until then. BECAUSE MY CAKE TASTED AWESOME. The cream cheese was really the cherry on top of the cake. Creamy and cheesy, lol what am I saying. I could just eat the cream on its own, really, it's that yummy.


As evidence that it was nice, my mum said I should def make it again, to improve you see. And my sister finished most of the cake on her own! I'm touched to tears, really. Shall make some changes the next time, "tweak" the recipe a bit, make the cake more moist, and to spruce up my frosting skills, which I need dire help with. SOS.