I've mentioned that I have a day job. I've also mentioned that this time of year brings a twelve-day marathon of advising and orienting and whatnot. Because of this, I generally have a no-cake policy for the end of August and beginning of September. I've yet to keep this policy.
Compared to the two hundred fifty cupcakes I made for a friend's wedding last year, this year's exception is negligible. Someone I know asked me to make a small sheet cake for a retirement party. Easy-peasy.
It really is a small order. Of course, I should have baked on Sunday. I did not. Here's how it went...
5:07 Leave day job. Lament to colleagues that a cake must be made.
5:43 Arrive home. Change clothes. Make chocolate batter.
6:00 Make raspberry filling. (I make really good raspberry filling; I'll post the recipe separately.)
6:22 Make frosting. (I make really good frosting; I will not post the recipe.)
6:38 Walk dog. Put out raspberry seed feast for squirrels and chipmunks.
7:15 Put cake in the fridge to cool.
7:27 Eat crab melt bagel in front of Food Network in a stupor.
8: 45 Fill and crumb coat cake.
9:16 Decide "Bleary-Eyed Baker" would be a funny blog post. Turn on computer and begin writing said post.
9:57 Decide it's time to actually finish cake.
11:02 Finish cake.
11:09 Shower. Do token yoga stretchy-type things.
11:22 Give up and get into bed.
11:26 Remember that ballet class starts tomorrow. Swear. Get up. Find ballet slippers in the depths of closet.
11:33 Get back into bed.
6:20 Wake up and complete getting ready nonsense.
7:39 Squeeze leftover frosting from pastry bag directly into mouth.
7:53 Deliver cake.
8:21 Arrive at work.
8:22 Decide it's a venti iced coffee kind of day.
9:32 Post account of glamorous goings-on of a part-time baker and hope others are amused. Wonder how many clever lead-ins there are for...
Keep it sweet.