Cake Time!

I am not a cook. Not at all. (Ask my husband.)

But, I was raised in the South, so any time we get invited to a party, I open my Big Mouth and ask if I can bring something, as if I'm some kind of Paula Deen.

Image from Google

So, when our sweet neighbor Belinda invited us to 60th birthday party for our other sweet neighbor Janet, I asked what I could bring.  Belinda listed several things, including dessert, which I sometimes can pull off.  

Thinking I did not want to "clash" with the cake, I e-mailed to ask what kind she'd be serving.  

That was my first mistake.

She wrote back and said it would be wonderful if I'd bring the cake.  So, I figured I needed to step outside my comfort zone, and actually make (not buy) the cake. 

That was my second mistake.

I then e-mailed to ask Janet about her favorite kind of cake.  She wrote back and said Boston Cream Pie or Angel Food.

As a child, I'd watched my Southern Mother make an Angel Food cake in a special Pan-with-Weird-Handles turned upside down on a Coke bottle, but I didn't have a Coke bottle...or anything even resembling that pan.

Image from Google (obviously...Mom would NEVER have used a DIET Coke bottle!)

So, I figured I'd make a Boston Cream Pie, although I've never even seen one in real life. 

That was my third mistake.

Image from Google

Undaunted, I found a "Boston Cream Pie Mini" recipe that reviewers said was "quick and easy," with a prep time of 20 minutes, and a total time of less than two short hours.  It looked less frightening than the real pie recipe, which called for making nice, flat, even layers ~ have YOU ever made a cake layer that was perfectly flat, much less even?  Sure, you just cut each layer with a knife; I've tried that. It wasn't pretty. Or flat. Or even. Or bloodless.

So, instead, I gathered the ingredients for the harmless-looking little mini cakes, and in less than THREE long hours, I had these:

Not too bad, right?  Hey, I was proud enough to take a second photo, to show that more than one of them came out OK:

I was on a roll!  I even arranged them in a "60" shape, as I'd seen in a Martha Stewart Living Magazine, first doing a "rough draft" with plain pastel liners:

...and then creating the final masterpiece with "Happy Birthday" muffin cups (I went all out):

I think I'll quit teaching and open a cupcake shop!

What?  What's that?  Did I hear someone say something about a FOURTH mistake...