Things don’t always go as planned.
This weekend, I am hosting my mom for a visit from BC. Living a province away, I very rarely get to celebrate her birthday with her in person. Her birthday is in August, so, I figured this weekend was the perfect opportunity to surprise her with a cake. And, because this month is all about learning/trying new things, I decided to try a new recipe:
Black and White Angel Food Cake. (Bow, bow, chicka, chicka…. ohhhh yeah!)
Of course, there is a little back story to this ‘tall tale’ (you’ll get the play on words a little later…). Ages ago I was at my friend’s home for dinner and she served a beautiful, chocolate and vanilla angel food cake, tastefully garnished with fresh strawberries. There it stood proudly on a cake pedestal in the middle of her kitchen island. Domestic glory. This cake was. to. die. for. As Brobie from Yo Gabba, Gabba says, “there’s a party in my tummy, so yummy, so yummy!” That is the best way to describe this cake. Naturally, I wanted to re-create this taste experience and ‘wow’ my mom with my culinary prowess.
Except that I have absolutely noooooo culinary prowess. (Oh yeah, right… that…)
So I ask my friend about the recipe and she gives it to me. I ask her if she has any ‘tricks’ to let me in on and she tells me one. She then reassures me it will go just fine. It’s “pretty easy” (she is of course assuming I possess some level common sense in the kitchen… how kind of her…). I proceed to purchase all the ingredients, pick up an angel food cake pan and give myself a little pep talk: Kyla, you can do this. If ______ can do this, so can you. Everything is prepared. Everything is set. Everything points to GO.
Alright, so here is what the picture on the recipe looks like:
And…. here is how mine turned out:
1. For my first attempt at this cake, I have no picture. After a long day of work, and before picking my mom up from the airport on Thursday night, I planned to make the cake and have it waiting there on my clutter free (thank you ‘Less is More!’) kitchen island for her upon her arrival. My trophy. Her feeling cared about. The plan was perfect. Yeah…. except that I was out of granulated sugar and so I decided to try coconut sugar. Not. A. Good. Idea. The cake batter didn’t even get into the oven.
2. Second attempt: I woke up early this morning with my son before my husband and mom are out of bed. I try the cake a second time – with granulated sugar. This time it will work, I tell myself. Ummmm yeah, not exactly:
3. My third attempt. By this time, I’ve been up for over 2 hours, washed a load of dishes and pitifully tried to occupy my son while I desperately try to beat the egg whites until they form “stiff peaks.” I tell myself, okay just follow the directions exactly. It has to work this time. The others were just practice runs. Sadly, the third time was worse than the second. In the end, there was no party in my tummy. No yummy, no yummy 🙁
Overall, here is what I learned from my kitchen mishap(s):
- Cooking is quite simply not a natural strength of mine.
- When you try something new, it doesn’t mean it’s gonna work out. That’s part of taking on the unknown.
- Bakeries exist for a reason.