I start off at Michael's...I never go to Michael's. I really wish I had my mom's mad crafting skills, but I don't. I can sew occasionally, and I can take enough pictures to drive even the most narcissistic individual into a seizure, but I can't make bows and I can't construct pretty arrangements out of nothing. For these things, I rely on my mother. Anyways, none of this really matters because I was going to make an attempt, and after all, that's all that really counts...right? To make a long story short, I spent two hours in Michael's trying to piece together a wreath, and figured that I would just put it all back and wait on mother to come do it for me :) Disappointed that I wasn't going to be able to make a nice fallish wreath, I had to think of something else to illuminate my life with...hmmmmmmm...how about baking? That always completes a cool day. Well you know what that means...
Next stop, the most dreadful and horrible capitalism killer in America, Walmart. I hate Walmart, and all that it stands for, but sometimes you just find that, unfortunately, you have to go there. Alright, this is not a blog about Walmart, so let me get back on track here. I went to this place to get baking goods. What better way to spend a cool, "autumn" day than baking a delicious cake?! I'm not sure I know a better way. My bestest friend in the entire world, Rachel, made a most delicious cake for us way back in the day. I decided I wanted to try my hand at this cake. Queen Anne's Lace Cake--a chocolate lover's dream come true. This decadent lovely features three, thick layers of devil's food chocolate cake, filled with a cream cheese icing and then topped with shavings of milk chocolate. Mmmmmmm. I am salivating just describing it...aren't you? I would say that I would save you a piece, but I really shouldn't make promises I can't keep.
The creation of this cake was something like having a baby. You have an idea in mind, but your just not sure what the final product is going to be. I put a lot of love and passion into this cake, and I have to say that I'm just a little* proud of the results. Like a proud mommy, my beautiful cake stands high on it's luxurious, silver stand for all the world to see and I must confess that I am just a little sore over having to eventually cut it. Every half hour or so, I find myself lurking into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator door to make sure it's still there. Just in case you're wondering, it's still there and my domestic cravings have been fulfilled.
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| My baby, Queen Anne's Lace |
