>> Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Oh for heaven's sake. You'd think I'd know better than to try to make a cake that takes up EIGHT printed pages on a weeknight. A weeknight that just happens to be the deadline. A weeknight when the temperature in my kitchen is hovering right about 87 degrees. Because I live in the desert. And it's hot. And the oven on for 2 hours - no does help.
But tomorrow is Boo's birthday, and even though we'll be having some toxic colored cakey masterpiece this weekend when all her little hoodlum friends come over I thought it would be nice to have this one for the actual day. This chocolate ganache covered Filbert Gateau with Praline Buttercream. Ha! Joke's on me!
Did you know that a cake can be STICKY and SLIPPERY and CRUMBLY - all at the same time? Do you have any idea what a huge ass pain it is to try to squish apricot preserves through a sieve? How about peeling hazelnuts? Ever done that? Or melting dry sugar? Culinary napalm indeed! And even after all that, it turns out I am just too stupid to read and understand the recipe. I swear on a stack of Oreos I just could NOT figure out the assembly of this monstrosity. And even if I could have figured it out I think I'd need about 3 more hands to keep the whole mess from collapsing into a sad (but tasty) heap. Could be early Alzheimers, could be late ADD, either way I admit defeat. I'll just finish it however I want. And right now what I want to do is let the damn thing sit in the fridge until half past Armageddon, but I'll probably go ahead and try to square it up and put the ganache on eventually. But probably not tonight.
UPDATE 7/30/2008 11:31
It is done.
And here's the damn cake.
UPDATE 8/1/08 1:38 am
I've just sat down with my second slice. The damn cake tastes good!