As I write this, my daughter is about to turn 8. She gets two birthday cakes this year, one baked at The Ex's house and one baked here. (She has eschewed bakery cakes for years now, ever since the Mickey-Mouse-Who-Was-Actually-Minnie Incident, preferring instead to insist on a home-baked cake. And because she has turned the fine art of Insisting into an actual science, there is usually compliance.It's my understanding that the Cake of Choice at The House of Ex was chocolate. Fine. Chocolate cake is fine. I myself have rarely turned down chocolate cake in any manifestation. But what we make is better...and easier.
- Angel Food cake mix, any
- strawberries, lots
- whipped cream (optional)
I think you know how this goes together, don't you? Even easier = buying an angel food cake, but that would be too close to cheating. Plus, at 8, she hasn't yet figured out how abysmally EASY making an angel cake from a mix is. Uh, "mix with water"? That's it? Then bake in a funky-shaped pan? That's all? Then hang it over a soy sauce bottle/wine bottle/old-fashioned Coke bottle (wait, that was how my mom did it. Whatever.)?
Slice strawberries, sugar to taste, dump over slices of cake. Wow. That was hard. And if you're extra-fancy? Whipped cream. And if you're extra-extra fancy? Whipped cream that doesn't come in a can or a tub. Wooo!
End.
Happy birthday, dammit. Now eat.
Oh, and if you insist, here's how to make an angel cake the harrrrd way. Though I'm sure it's vastly superior to Betty Crocker's, but whatever (and hello, TWELVE eggs?).
P.S. Q: "So where do you stick the candles?"
A: "Anywhere you want."
