It was the twins' fourth birthday yesterday. As I think I have stated in past postings, I do not bake. Trained as a chef, yes-- I can cook dinners for 200 people without too many issues. But bake a simple birthday cake? No... No, I can't.
But bake I did. Or rather attempted... and failed. Using a Dunkin Hines mix I baked up a decent smelling chocolate cake, but immdiately broke it into pieces upon shaking it from its silicon pan (purchased just for this occassion).
I glued the cake back together with a pot of Dunkin Hines frosting, smearing the remaining frosting on top of the now, offense-to-homemade-birthday-cakes worldwide. It was at this point that I handed each of the twins a shaker of sprinkles and let them have their way with the white-frosted-black-crumb-coated cake. They decorated with glee (read: thousands of sprinkles).
It was an unaquivocal baking disaster.
I looked at it and thought to myself-- 'This is the ugliest birthday cake ever made. Ever.' Then, as if she was reading my mind and wanted to change it, Tess said, admiringly, 'It's so pretty!'
I looked at her and smiled. 'It is,' I agreed.