Last week, I was supposed to bake a cake to take to our church's BBQ. I tried. I tried really hard. The recipe was good, the batter looked gorgeous, it rose up nice & high and smelled wonderful while baking. This was supposed to be a chocolate pound cake. I was stupid and took it out of the oven too soon (even though I left it probably 30 more minutes than the recipe said because it wasn't pulling away from the sides of the pan and the tester wasn't coming out clean). I swear after about 1.5 hours it looked and tested done. Obviously NOT done. Not even close. Not in the same galaxy as done. Blech.
Normally, I consider myself to be a decent baker, but this just had EPIC FAIL written all over it. Frustrating as crap. :(
One half was sort of salvageable. I cut off the underdone parts, and it was actually pretty tasty though still slightly gooey.
I was so mad that I childishly exacted my revenge (Play-Doh style) on the squishier half. Maybe it was a bratty thing to do, but that part of the cake was unfixable. I must admit it was fun to sculpt an amorphous blob-like amoeba cake from the wreckage of my culinary assay.
Duff Goldman, eat your heart out.
Long live temper tantrums.
Friday, February 5, 2010
In the kitchen: FAIL
Posted by Ella Runciter at 1:29 PM
Labels: baking, in the kitchen, recipe
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2 comments:
I can relate to the infuriating pang of pinching pain that is known as bakers fail. Unlike you, I am NOT a good baker at ALL. I am a very good cook, but baking... I have given up on for good because of an encounter very similar to this.
I spent ALL DAY making a cheesecake. Meticulously whipping eggwhites and folding them in separately than the yolks, all the intricate resting periods bleh bleh bleh...and the result...a burnt shell of a cheesecake with gooey underdone pockets.
It (the cheesecake) ended up smooshed between my bare hands in a hysterical culinary induced meltdown. I shook the mess in my fists to the heavens and swore off baking forever.
I'm sorry to giggle at your expense, but I feel your pain...thanks for sharing this =D
Ahh, I feel your pain and sympathize w/the culinary meltdown!! Cheesecake = pain in the patootie AND unpredictable.
I'm glad you got a laugh out of this, it was fun- in a perverse way- to destroy the big fat pile of FAIL! :)
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