At least, that's what I wanted to make. Instead, I made this:
All was going well until I began to stack the cake and it crumbled in my hands. I tried to piece it back together and thought my repair attempt was successful, but when I began to dirty ice the sides of the cake the segments of the middle layer began to separate. It was like watching a plate tectonics horror film. The more I frosted, the more cake chucks drifted apart while gooey strawberry lava oozed out from the depths of the confection. In my anger, I picked it up and screamed, "I'm so mad I'm going the throw this on the floor!" And I was, had Paul not rushed to my side and snatched the cake from my trembling hands.
|Cake in the garbage|
I think next time I'll stick to cupcakes. . .
|Me covered in frosting|