Saturday night I went and hung out with some girlfriends, and when I got home Matt had made a chocolate cake. He iced it and everything. He had all the ingredients for the cake, mixed it all up and went to pour it into two round cake tins, to make a layer cake. Turns out, we have only one round tin, because I gave the second one to one of the kids. So he made one round cake and one square cake. Once it was baked the square cake stuck in the cake pan, despite the fact that he greased and floured it, plus it’s a stoneware pan that hasn’t had any baked good stick in it for years. So the cake kind of broke apart when he was getting it out of the pan, and lost much of its structural integrity. It lost more when he cut the corners off so it fit better with the round cake. He successfully stacked them, and then made icing.
Turns out we didn’t have enough icing sugar to make the recipe so he substituted berry sugar, which is albeit not as grainy as regular sugar, but is still grainier than icing sugar. While mixing the icing with the hand mixer he spilled a little, so he put the mixer down so he could grab a cloth. While grabbing the cloth, the mixer slipped and fell off the counter, splashing icing EVERYWHERE.
By the time I got home there was a beautiful chocolate cake on the counter, iced with chocolate icing, some of the leftovers of which he scooped from the bowl to let me taste it. It was delicious. A bit…grainy… but delicious. Then he told me the story, and pointed out that he had washed all the splashed icing off the floor, at which point I looked up, and saw all the icing splashed on the ceiling.
By this time he was so damn mad at the damn cake that he said, “I don’t even want this cake anymore.” So we gave it away to a friend who needed dessert for Sunday dinner coz her mum was coming over.
As time has progressed since then we continue to find sploshes of icing all over the kitchen. On the fridge, on the cupboards, on the walls, on the notepad by the phone, even on his computer screen (he had been following an online recipe). I feel like this story isn’t going to come to an end until the next time we renovate the kitchen.