Happy Birthday, Jesus
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I have been getting into the holiday mood much to my sister (Abby) and boyfriend (Mark)’s dislike. I am just ready to bake sugar cookies in the shape of Santa, holiday loafs with a ridiculous amount of butter, and pies filled with pureed pumpkin. It’s actually turned into a bit of a debate (are we sick of those?) in my household: when is it “suitable” to get into the Christmas (or other holidays) cheer? They argued not until the DAY AFTER Thanksgiving. I argue the holiday cheer starts right after Halloween or right when Santa welcomes Christmas at the end of the Thanksgiving parade. Some may say it starts with the fall of the first snowflake. What do we think? Let me know in the comments below. I sound like Lauren Zima.
But this past weekend I did not make anything that was holiday related…unless your birthday is around the holidays? Wait! Jesus! I made a birthday cake for Jesus! The goal of this bake was to practice stacking cakes and frosting them. Mostly to practice making cakes (again, I am making my cousins wedding cake and that date is looming closer and closer.)
Past Alli already learned her lesson about room temperature eggs and butter, so I was not playing around. I pulled those babies out early and probably watched some true crime documentary as I waited for them to come to room temp. Note, I did forget about the milk, but that is what a microwave is for.
My room temp eggs waiting on standby to be called into action one-by-one. The cake batter came together well, but I must say I doubted myself. I had thought other cake batters had some together okay to be tragically disappointed when it was shit. But look at this:
Yes it’s a little lackluster, but there are no clumps, bumps, and humps! Success! Also, the smell of sugar and butter is never underrated. The smell only got stronger and permeated through my small, pink kitchen and out through the front door. The neighbors love me.
Look at these cute little 8 inch rounds. As I waited for the cakes to cool 😎, I probably went and watched more of a true crime documentary. I have learned you can either be productive while you wait for bakes to rise/cool or you can watch documentaries.
Then I had a photoshoot of me piping. It was spectacular. And by spectacular, I mean was eh.
STUNNING
LESS STUNNING
Trying to get a good photo of me putting on sprinkles that have been sitting in my cupboard for years (i’m joking. I am sure they were still good) is harder then you might think. In the end, I made a cake that was light, fluffy, and sweet. What more can you ask for? Happy Birthday, Jesus.
