When I was a kid living at home, I got it into my head to
make my mom a birthday cake. Cake
mix? Easy. Icing? Not so
much. I remember searching through
her books for a recipe on icing or frosting. I had no idea how to make it, no concept as to what made it
thick and fluffy. I’m pretty sure
I closed my eyes and pointed to a random recipe in the dessert section.
I went to work and combined all of the ingredients in a pot
and cooked it on the stove. I
stirred and stirred and it cooked and cooked. Stirred and cooked.
Stirred and cooked.
Eventually, I lifted the pot off of the heat and let it
cool. It was a brown colour (maybe
from too much vanilla) so I decided I needed to change the colour. I looked into Mom’s pantry and found
blue food colouring.
Unfortunately, blue mixed with that particular shade of brown makes puke
green.
Once cooled, I poured it onto the round cake that was
already placed on a cake plate. As
I started, I realized it really wasn’t thick and fluffy at all, but had the
consistency of pea soup. It ran
off the cake, onto the plate and onto the table. Green sticky pea soup everywhere.
Just then my dad walks in the house and senses anxiety. He steps into the kitchen, and in his “saving
the day” dad-vest, scoops up the plate of seeping mess and whisks it out to the
back porch which was directly connected to the kitchen.
He masterly scrapes the icing from around the cake sides and
plate with the side of a butter knife (experienced from years of mudding and taping walls in our
houses) and makes it look semi-okay.
Whew! I can breath again as
he helps contain the disaster it could have been if mom had seen it!
And although there have been MANY disasters in the Cakes by Erin kitchen, and some have been witness to it, I have forever mastered the art of buttercream, and will never, ever close my eyes and point to pick a new recipe!
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