January eighth has come and passed and dedicated blog followers/stalkers know this can only mean one thing: It is time for the big Husband's Birthday Cake reveal.
But we must begin this journey by taking a trip through the past, reveling in past and paster mistakes.
As some, or probably none of you know, each year on the most Holy of David Bowie days I attempt to make my husband a banana cake from scratch because you don't find a lot of boxed banana cakes. There's an entire gaping banana industry crying out for cake and brownie mixes and Big Baking refuses to collect the charges.
Anyway, this madness, this odd tradition of my wallowing in incompetence began years ago with this cake:
This is such a bad cake it was put on the no fly list - twice.
The next year, despite all common sense I actually tried with piping bags and everything:
Last year I went avant garde, post-modern, and other fancy sounding terms that means I meant for it to look like that and you can't prove I didn't.
And that brings us to this year. I went ambitious on the cake aspect and less so on the covering in frosting approximating something like decorations.
I broke from the typical banana cake mold (which I'd only spice up on occasion) to make one of Celebration Generation's Banana's Foster cake. I did a few things differently.
1. I added a banana back to the batter along with a bit of creme de banana for that super yellow fruit kick.
2. I completely forgot to add the pudding until I had the batter sitting in the pans waiting for the oven. This then lead to a lot of cursing, repouring into the bowl, remixing, repouring into the pans and a good 10 minutes into baking when I remembered "Oh shit, I didn't re-grease the pans."
So, naturally, the cake was less than forgiving about exiting from said pans and while one layer only had a crack here and there the other was condemned after an 8.9 earthquake crumbled its foundation.
The sides held in tact only through willpower and a heavy dose of duct tape while the middle bottomed out. Once it finished cooling over night I, with the help of an excavation team, moved that crumbling mess to the cake stand and swore it would never move again.
Then came the filling, that was done mostly the same, but due to structural problems (as within there was none) I didn't torte anything in favor of digging a bit into the cake and then dumping in all of the banana and brown sugar into the middle and sealing its banana tomb with the second cake.
Frosting, oh yes frosting. This was luckily my second attempt at making my own buttercream frosting, and despite the fact I own neither double boiler or stand mixer I manage to make some nice tasting spackle. Is it supposed to be that consistency? I have no idea but its edible and it clings to things, it's doing far better than most previous attempts.
Here she is, my husband's Birthday Banana's Foster Cake:
Here are the guts of the cake, you'll note the single banana layer tucked away waiting patiently for the signal to kill.
So come and laugh at my horrific decoration inabilities for, much like Halloween is for embracing the dead and March 18th is for Leprechauns to try AA again, today is the day I celebrate my awkward, one armed, half blind, totally deaf approach to frosting a cake.