In a flagrant violation of my New Year’s resolution to not eat sugar (for a while anyway), I finished up the weekend by baking a triple layer chocolate cake. I work in a very small office, and the six or so times each year that we have a birthday to celebrate, I pretty well end up supplying the treats. Such are the joys of being an ex-bakery-owner. Even though I made bread, not sweets, and certainly not cakes, somehow having “professional experience” makes me the obvious candidate for all baking endeavors.
In reality, the only reason that I can bake a decent cake is that I read cookbooks pretty widely, and know my way around what works. My favorite book for cakes is the Chocolate Cake Mix Doctor – the vastly preferable sequel to the Cake Mix Doctor because in it she eliminates all the crap that you would never make anyway, and focuses her energy on the only ingredient that makes a cake worth the effort – chocolate. I chose the first cake in the book – a simple chocolate layer with whipped cream for the inside layers and chocolate frosting for the outside. It looked AMAZING.
Got to work this morning, and was pulling the cake out of my car when it started to topple. I hadn’t set the Tupperware up right somehow or something, because it hit the passenger seat upholstery, and, panicked, I had to drop everything I was holding so I could grab the cake with both hands to right it again on the platter. Now my hands were full of chocolate frosting and I couldn’t touch anything, so I closed the car door with my hip and ran up to the bathroom to wash up. Going back down to the car, I discovered that one of the things I had thrown on the car seat in my hurry were my car keys which were now sitting unreachable in a pile of chocolate frosting locked in the car next to my deformed cake. Welcome back from vacation.
Let me pause here a moment to sing the many praises of the WONDERFUL people at AAA. Oh holy crap, how I love love love AAA. I called, and in less than 30 minutes, a sweet young man named Christian was opening my car up. The whole procedure took less than 30 seconds once he had his tools out, which were essentially a piece of bendy plastic with a string attached to one end, and a slightly less bendy second piece of plastic. People, your care is NOT secure when you lock it. If Christian ever decides to use his skillz for evil, we are all in trouble.