Inside, though, it was a mess. Sort of like me. I’m afraid it was not a pretty scene when I smacked the damn cake pan and half the cake stayed in it. One of the problems of having a foul mouth is that really, there are no words sufficiently vulgar when something like this happens. Oh my god was I mad. I was making this for book club and my first thought was, fuck it, they can eat it in chunks. Then I thought perhaps I could make it into some sort of bread pudding-ish thing. I do that a lot with mistakes and leftovers. But after a night spent mumbling annoyedly rather than sleep, I decided to piece it together and frost it. First though, there would be a binding crumb coat. Once that was cooled sufficiently in the refrigerator I frosted it.
I am not the biggest fan of frosting but this stuff was delicious. The recipe called for 4 cups of powdered sugar. I used only one. Butter and cream cheese. I used orange bitters for flavor and vanilla.
In the end, the crumb coat, the concept of which I got from my long time pen pal, Annette, held the whole thing together and it worked out pretty well. I’m not sure anyone would have even know what happened except that I had to tell them all the dramatic story. The truth was though, that it was cute outside, inside it was rockin.’ Yeah, I know, sorta like me.
I had substituted butter for the requisite vegetable oil and slopped in a good bit of orange bitters.
I took the leftovers to work where they finished it off but they’ll eat anything.
