For my mom's birthday, Melissa and I decided we would make her dinner. She would just have to show up. I volunteered to make the cake. My mom loves German chocolate cake, so I thought that would be just perfect. Little did I know... This cake has about twelve billion steps, which is fine, because believe or not, I do like to bake. I just don't do it that often. So that wasn't the problem, the problem was my dang oven. I had baked the cake for the allotted 25 minutes, did the fork test (it came out clean), and cooled the cakes on a rack for 10 minutes before tumping it over so it would come out of the pans. When I did this, I saw the cake was completely raw on the underside. Looked like puddin'. So I spew an intense string of curse words, my roommate thinks I'm being attacked, and I call my ma. She tells me to put it back in the oven. I did the same exact thing THREE more times before the stupid cake was finally done. I overcooked it by about 30 minutes before it wasn't cake batter any more.
I don't know how Leah does it.
PS, it turned out delicious. :)
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I'm glad it eventually turned out. I'm a little nervous about the oven in my new house. It's newish, but quite small. My mom and I have talked about putting in a big new one, but that would require doing some demolition and hiring outside help so it certainly won't be done right away. Maybe it'll be a Christmas present.
I love my moms german chocolate cake, but when I tried to make it, I decided it was rocket science. Who comes up with that stuff anyway?
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