This weekend saw the birthday of my friend Lauren, and since I didn't have a clue what to buy her, I thought I would make a cake.
Let me give you some background. I used to be pretty bad at cakes. I had a dream that I might be a modern day Julia Childs, and at school I looked forward to the module in Home Economics where we made cakes. I whisked and prepped my first cake ever, put it in the oven, and promptly blew it up, taking out the two cakes in the oven above. Turns out you CAN put too much baking powder in cake mix. Who'd have thought it? I was kindly advised by the teacher to try something different for GCSE, and my hopes and dreams of becoming a chef were crushed (as if).
If you've been reading my blog a while you'll know stubbornness is kinda my thing, and like the French teacher who told me I'd never amount to anything (I then proceeded to walk out of my final exam with a high A) I'm a pretty good cook. I do the Christmas dinner for my friends, and I've been known to rustle up entire three course meals for dinners. So f**k you, teachers!
So, back to the cake. Pinterest has been distracting me from daily life for a while now, and it makes me feel pretty inferior when i see all the absolutely outstanding recipes that people make, while I draw smily faces on the top of cupcakes. Out pops Stubborngirl! "Well if random, faceless Pinterest stranger can create masterpieces from cake, then so can I!" I think, without any background knowledge of said faceless user.
I looked at this one.
Bit much? Maybe.
Then I saw this one...
Yep, probably still a little too much effort for a Saturday.
And then I found my inspiration. A Kit Kat and M&M cake, In actual fact, I had my eye on it for a little while, but could never justify making it for a night in with a film. Although I reckon I could have had a good go at destroying one by myself :)
I went to the shop with a spring in my step, and some slight anticipation. I have done this before you see. When I was 20, I decided to lovingly craft my then-boyfriend a birthday cake. He loved playing the guitar, and in my head I would make a white cake with a guitar on it and be crowned the best girlfriend ever. Fantastic idea. In reality, my mother came home to me rocking and crying, sobbing at her "I don't know how you do iiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt!!!! Yours always look so gooooooooood!" When she investigated the situation, my cake looked like it had been hit by a car at speed and flattened, and the 'guitar' icing shape I had made was no more than a hotdog looking disaster with a really long sausage. Turns out that my head is far more creative than my hands. Mum had to sort the cake out, he was amazed, but I couldn't lie and say that it was my work of art, in case friends and family started commissioning me for cakes. Imagine, me not being able to refuse and a birthday cake for a party looking like this...
Anyway, I got there, bought all the ingredients, including four family packets of KitKats, and danced home, singing a song about baking a cake (It happens, can't help it) and set to work.
It was awesome.
I sandwiched it together with chocolate spread, feeling very grown up (cake sandwiching?! Normally I just cover cupcakes in frosting so you can't see how misshapen they are) and stuck the KitKats on the side.
Fuck. There might not be enough KitKats to go round. Not going back to the shop, I thought. Man already thinks I have an eating disorder due to the incorrect correlation between the amount of KitKats I am buying and my body weight. Must fit round!!
Panic over. They fit round. I iced the top with the M&Ms, and then spent 25 mins dancing round my kitchen like Will Smith in the Fresh Prince, marvelling at how amazing I am.