I'll keep this short and to the point. If I had to sum up why I am no June Clever, no Betty Crocker, it's because I freaking am not cut out for it.
I decided this year I would make my son a homemade birthday cake for his party. How hard could it be? I have made cakes before. I knew I was going for beginner level. No crazy shapes or decorative challenges. I ordered some Batman figures online to place on top of a chocolate layer cake and purchased some multi-colored sprinkles.
We started the project after an unsuccessful nap/quite time. The plan was bake a chocolate layer cake and butter cream frosting from scratch, and due to the large guest list make some back up boxed cupcakes.
Three hours later, I am literally burning up from being in a hot kitchen, my jeans and shirt are covered in flour and my skin feels sticky all over from powdered sugar. I have a sad cake that looks like it is melting because I realized after the fact the frosting was just too runny. I am crabby and don't want to take a step back in that god forsaken kitchen for the rest of the weekend. I am dreading the moment I try and serve that mess of a cake up. I can envision myself trying to slice small pieces and watching the whole thing crumble to pieces under the knife.
The whole experience, so not worth it. Never again. Next year store-bought all the way.
Pictures to come...