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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
No, not my birthday, but rather my sister's boyfriend's birthday. And not even so much his birthday as much as the trials of making his cake. This is a story of love. A story of cake batter, betrayal, multi-colored grief, frosting painted bodies and overall late-night frivolity.
My sister and I decided to make a cake for her boyfriend's 25th Birthday. However, my sister being the quirky girl that she is, she decided to make him an absolutely thic
k with frosting, disgusting, multicolored mess of a cake. Because it would be funny to make him eat it. What can I say? She's a loving girl.
After our first 2am attempt at baking a cake ended in EPIC failure;
--Which we then tried to make him eat anyway--
We did not yield to the gods of fate quite yet and decided to throw caution to the wind and try again. And this time, it would be funny to make the decidedly boring 'funfetti' cake colored. Enter pink and teal take of doom and destruction.
It was some time later and after carefully making the cakes with only minimal batter fights, sleep deprived rude gestures and 'yo mama' jokes (which added a hint of humor since we have the same 'mama', har har) Whitney and I ended up with something that almost resembled a cake, settling the wonderful teal layer on top of the pink with minimal tearing.
Just look at her excitement! And all those horrible frosting colors I mixed up! You know what's happening next.
A bunch of disgusting frosting and two sleep deprived sisters on sugar highs...
We ended up with something that looked like this
Something that looks a little bit like an expressionists worst nightmare. But oh no, we weren't done yet. Like Billy Mays (rest his soul), we were going to throw in some bonus work. Booyah.
I realize, it's hard to read, but it says 'Bad Ass'. Truly Poignant, I feel. Not to mention it was Jake's catch phrase. Everything was 'bad ass'.
Over time at work? That's Bad Ass.
Found a Prize in a cereal box? That's Bad Ass.
Your dog took a poo and it looked like Abraham Lincoln? That's Bad Ass.
BUT WAIT! That's not all!
Plastic palm tree.
That's been sitting in our cupboard for at least ten years.
In Minnesota.
And take special note of the frosting smiley face that she drew on my table.
I know, it's a beautiful thing, isn't it? Of course, after the fact, we realized that we didn't have any birthday candles. So Diem rolled up bits of paper and lit them on fire.
But hey, the cake was good.
Sibling bonding is fun.
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