Luckily, one of the channels – I can’t remember which – had “Cake Boss”. It’s a show about the drama, excitement, and challenges of working in a bakery. It inspired me to bake. Oh, I wanted to bake so bad. The day we got home, I helped unpack, took care of everything around the house, and got to work on a German Chocolate cake for my dad’s birthday.
|Ha, you can see some of the drops|
I made it from a mix. Call me lazy, but after a five hour car ride, what can you expect? It turned out beautifully anyhow. I iced it without a problem, then started digging through the drawers, trying to find the candles. None in the junk drawer. I looked in the pot-holder drawer. Just a timer. Did we seriously not have any candles? It just isn’t a birthday cake without any candles. I checked the junk drawer again. Aha! Found ’em.
I don’t know why things go wrong when I’m trying to bake, but the darn lighter wouldn’t light. How pathetic is that? I mean, it’s got one job in the world, and it fails at that one thing. I tried, tried, kept trying. Switched from pushing the gas, then the spark, to pushing the spark, then the gas. None of it was working. I tried using the stove to light it, thinking that the spark was broken. But that didn’t work either.
I’m going to be honest with you. I thought that was it. There was no hope in the world for me to light these candles with a broken lighter. I’ve got that kind of one-track mind. If I’m focused, don’t be heartbroken if I completely pass you by. I’m just that focused. I guess I was in this mindset because it didn’t even occur to me that I should use the stove to light the candles. My mom suggested it. I’m not a blond, but I sure felt like one. Taking a candle out of the cake, I lit it on the stove. The second there was a flame, it started dripping blue wax everywhere. I tried to light the rest of the candles quickly, but the flowedge was crazy. It was ruining my wonderful cake. I lit a different candle and tried to use that one. The only difference was the white wax. There was no winning this battle. I did the best I could, but at the end, this looked like a cake that came out of a paint ball war. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another, right? I told my family to scrape off the little splatters, and they’d be fine. And the cake really did turn out well.