I’ll be the first to admit that I am by no means (in any way!) a professional baker. Often, I’ll find a recipe that I am so eager to try, that I’ll glorify it to the point it becomes the best thing I will ever make. The kind of recipe that entails long hours in the kitchen and three rounds of my ‘baking playlist’. It’s commonly these delights that evade me and last night was no different. I laboured 9pm-2am over what I was desperately hoping would be a magnificent birthday cake for a dear friend, instead it was an absolute disaster. Regardless, I pursued and did all I could to savour the experience.
Upon deciding it was in no shape to be presented on a special day, I assembled it only to show my mother what had befallen our dainty kitchen. The orange and purple layers faded considerably and as such were of no use to me. I stacked the remaining four and began frantically icing, as one would at 1.30am.
I had come to terms with all the blunders of the rainbow cake but the minute I cut and removed a slice, I was taken aback. It might not be everyone’s cup of tea but I thought it was something quite glorious and for that reason, I wanted to share my first serious food failure.
Please forgive the slap-dash icing. I will most definitely give this another try and so the recipe will not be posted until I have better results.
PS. Notice the clever angles that refuse to expose the shameful valley in the centre of the cake.