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Adventures with Cake...part II
Posted December 5th 2009 at 08:10 AM by s_tor_m
Some of you who have read my previous blogs might recall one titled "Dad, I know you love lemons, but I hope you'll accept my lime" in which I told the story of the making of my dads birthday cake. Well, this is a similar blog...except on the other side of the parental circle. Yes...meaning my mother dearest. And no…this cake-making experience wasn’t any easier.
First of all, let me make it perfectly clear that I was under the impression that my parents weren’t gonna be home for her birthday, and so we were celebrating tomorrow night. Therefore I didn’t need to bake a cake until tomorrow. Well, I get home today and my dad comes in my room and says “where’s your plans for the party?” with a not-so-happy look on his face. I just looked at him like uhhh :confused:. Luckily, my parents were going to a church thing, so I had about 2 hours to put something together.
I decided to start mixing the batter before they left, so as soon as they went out the door I could pop it in the oven. Smart, yeah? But in order to do that without being seen I had to carry a big bowl full of water, the cake box, and three breakable eggs hidden in my pockets upstairs and mix it in my room. That was going good until I got to the part where I had to melt the butter…without a microwave. I tried to use the heat from my lamp and melt it marshmallow style, but it didn’t quite work out…so I ended up with chocolate batter with butter chunks. Yum!
Finally I get the cake in the oven, and felt a little better since I still had an hour and a half left. I was feeling pretty good about myself…thinking nobody would ever suspect I made it last minute.
That is until the timer beeped…and I went downstairs to be greeted with the lovely smell of a freshly baked chocolate cake. Ahh shit nuggets. The second they walk in the door they’ll know I baked it sometime within the last hour. So…I had to cover the evidence.
I opened windows and doors, turned on the fan, ran around the house spraying air fresheners…I felt like a witch doctor trying to rid the house of evil spirits. But even after all that…I could still smell a hint of birthday. Damnit.
So hmm…what’s something that smells up the whole house that I can easily do/make?
Popcorn!! Every time someone makes popcorn you can smell the buttery goodness from a mile away. So a popped one in the microwave. Except I didn’t look at the label before putting it in, and ended up putting in a kettle corn…one with no buttery goodness, and therefore very little smell. Aha, silly me. 
So after that one was done poppin’ I put in a butter flavored one…(yes, I checked). By the time that one was done the house finally lacked any trace of chocolate smell.
After food-coloring some frosting, going on an unsuccessful trip to the store for cake decorations, and getting the cake all sprinkled up…it was finally done. Just in time. When I brought it down from my bedroom, my dad gave me a look of confusion and suspicion. I gave him a cheesy smile and said “Surprise!” He didn’t look convinced, so I said “You really think I would let mom have her birthday without a cake? Come on...I always make a cake.” The night went good…I totally thought I pulled it off. It seemed as though I convinced everyone I had the cake hidden in my room the whole time.
Boo-Yah.
At the end of the night I get back up to my room and my dad knocks on my door. “So…when did you make that cake?” I just smiled.
Damn…so close.
First of all, let me make it perfectly clear that I was under the impression that my parents weren’t gonna be home for her birthday, and so we were celebrating tomorrow night. Therefore I didn’t need to bake a cake until tomorrow. Well, I get home today and my dad comes in my room and says “where’s your plans for the party?” with a not-so-happy look on his face. I just looked at him like uhhh :confused:. Luckily, my parents were going to a church thing, so I had about 2 hours to put something together.
I decided to start mixing the batter before they left, so as soon as they went out the door I could pop it in the oven. Smart, yeah? But in order to do that without being seen I had to carry a big bowl full of water, the cake box, and three breakable eggs hidden in my pockets upstairs and mix it in my room. That was going good until I got to the part where I had to melt the butter…without a microwave. I tried to use the heat from my lamp and melt it marshmallow style, but it didn’t quite work out…so I ended up with chocolate batter with butter chunks. Yum!
Finally I get the cake in the oven, and felt a little better since I still had an hour and a half left. I was feeling pretty good about myself…thinking nobody would ever suspect I made it last minute.
That is until the timer beeped…and I went downstairs to be greeted with the lovely smell of a freshly baked chocolate cake. Ahh shit nuggets. The second they walk in the door they’ll know I baked it sometime within the last hour. So…I had to cover the evidence. I opened windows and doors, turned on the fan, ran around the house spraying air fresheners…I felt like a witch doctor trying to rid the house of evil spirits. But even after all that…I could still smell a hint of birthday. Damnit. So hmm…what’s something that smells up the whole house that I can easily do/make?
Popcorn!! Every time someone makes popcorn you can smell the buttery goodness from a mile away. So a popped one in the microwave. Except I didn’t look at the label before putting it in, and ended up putting in a kettle corn…one with no buttery goodness, and therefore very little smell. Aha, silly me. So after that one was done poppin’ I put in a butter flavored one…(yes, I checked). By the time that one was done the house finally lacked any trace of chocolate smell. After food-coloring some frosting, going on an unsuccessful trip to the store for cake decorations, and getting the cake all sprinkled up…it was finally done. Just in time. When I brought it down from my bedroom, my dad gave me a look of confusion and suspicion. I gave him a cheesy smile and said “Surprise!” He didn’t look convinced, so I said “You really think I would let mom have her birthday without a cake? Come on...I always make a cake.” The night went good…I totally thought I pulled it off. It seemed as though I convinced everyone I had the cake hidden in my room the whole time.
Boo-Yah. At the end of the night I get back up to my room and my dad knocks on my door. “So…when did you make that cake?” I just smiled.
Damn…so close. 
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Hehe, this made me smile =). I think it's so sweet of you how you handled that and stuff ^_^.
Also, kudos to you, since I remember one time in my life when I tried to smuggle eggs up into my room in my pockets. Let's just say it didn't quite work xDPosted December 5th 2009 at 03:20 PM by Power Cosmic
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Haha xD Egg smuggling is a dirty jobQuote:Originally Posted by Quintessence
Hehe, this made me smile =). I think it's so sweet of you how you handled that and stuff ^_^.
Also, kudos to you, since I remember one time in my life when I tried to smuggle eggs up into my room in my pockets. Let's just say it didn't quite work xD
Posted December 5th 2009 at 06:21 PM by s_tor_m
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Awesome! LOVED it xDPosted December 5th 2009 at 06:27 PM by tk338
