Eat Cake Because It's Somebody's Birthday Somewhere

       If you have ever seen "Julia and Julia" - an inspiring movie about Julia Child, an amazing chef, and modern day Julia, a food blogger (wink wink) - you know the passion ignited in you for cooking and baking. Even if you burn water and can't remember how to butter bread, this movie somehow tricks you into thinking that you can make the best darn souffle the world has ever seen! Unfortunately for me, after watching this movie, I felt as though I had to live up to Julia Child expectations, which brings me to my next job opportunity: Baking!

       So, I hijacked my sister Carrie's 19 birthday cake plans and demanded asked her politely to let me take over the operation instead of buying an ice cream one from Dairy Queen. Even though I made it home by 3, I did not start on the cake until 4:30ish all because of my magical journey to Flinkles. Yes, you read that right. An entire shop dedicated to the making and selling of Flavored Sprinkles. As cool as this sounds, I really didn't need the special sprinkles, but alas, my mom was paying.

         As anyone would expect, I was intrigued to uncover this unicorn of a shop, but upon my entering of said mythological creature, my excitement and comfortability came to a screeching halt. I at first thought the open door was a charming welcome, but soon figured out it was a plea for people. As nice and helpful as the two owners sitting behind the counter were, their vulture-like stare would not let me leave without buying a bag of seasoned sugar. After force-feeding me almost 20 of their 74 flavors, I reluctantly decided on a Rumchata (which would turn out to be a great addition to my cake). As you can expect, my leaving was a speedy one. 

         Making the cake proved to take longer than expected. It may or may not have taken me 6 hours to finish it..... Anyways, It was a four layer almond cake with raspberry filling, starting with a white cake then working my way up through a blue ombre color scheme - yeah, I'm fancy like that. I iced the outside and haphazardly chucked the swanky sprinkles at it until they stuck (then collected the rest because at $5 a bag, I can't afford that luxury). 

         Mom is trying to argue with me that baking a bomb cake does not constitute as me trying a baking profession, but if they bake and I bake, I see no difference (insert ridiculous smiley face with tongue). 

                 Love, 
                       (Currently Rocking Out To Hannah Montana) K