Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. I decided that, being the excellent daughter I am, a double-layered chocolate cake would make a fantastic birthday present. So I went to the grocery store, bought a box cake (hey, I'm not exactly Martha Stewart) and brought it home. Now I'd consider myself a sort of expert in the boxed baking goods industry. I can add that 1 1/2 cups of water like there's no tomorrow, and have done so many times. So when the back of the box said to dust the pan with flour after greasing it, something I've never done before, I had to question. Why? That seemed to defeat the purpose. Wouldn't the flour just combine with the batter and stick the cake to the pan? Not only would that make stacking the layers difficult, but frosting would become impossible. But, being a trusting fool, I did it anyway.
Bad idea.
From the moment I flipped the pan over and the cake didn't come out I knew there was going to be a problem. And I named this problem Master Bart the Horrible. He looks something like this:
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| Beeeeeeeeehold!! |
So happy birthday Mom...I love you?
Have a nice day!
