not martha

I am somewhat of a domestic diva. I enjoy most aspect of house-wifery. I can hold my own in the cooking and baking department. I like to embrace my Martha-esque tendencies and to that end last night we invited some friends over for dinner. Friends we hadn't seen in some time, but they are those really great kind of friends that it doesn't really matter how much time has past you can pick back up right where you left off. In celebration of the occasion I cooked up my oh so popular lasagna which I do usually tend to make for company because it looks impressive, tastes delicious and I can do it with my eyes closed.

For dessert I baked up a chocolate cake in my star shaped bundt pan that was a Christmas gift from Abby. Once it had been baked and then cooled logic told me I should whip up a simple chocolate glaze to drizzle over top of it. And that was my plan until I remembered the can of frosting I had in the cupboard. Even as I put my pallet knife into the frosting I knew I was making a mistake and yet for some reason I continued. Now this star shaped pan in addition to being shaped like a star has lots of nooks and crannies which I realized would be near impossible to frost in a traditional sense. If I'd had the time I could have used a piping bag and star tip to cover the whole thing, but I didn't. And now I had actual frosting on the cake, but it wouldn't spread. So I swapped my pallet knife for a butter knife because it was smaller and I felt like I'd have more control so I could maybe get into the little corners and ledges. Granted the smaller knife was better suited to the task in that respect, but it couldn't help the fact that the frosting wouldn't stick to the cake and instead was peeling that top fine shiny layer of cake off in sheets. Now I was stuck, I couldn't spread the frosting on nor could I scrape it off. In the end I somehow managed to cover the entire cake with frosting, but it was not pretty.



Next time I'm definitely going with the glaze.

* this post is dedicated to Nancy