I made a lazy dinner with randomness in my cabinet and fridge. And covered it all in cheese. DELISH!
To make up for such a lazy dinner, I went all out with dessert. It may not look like it, but this stupid thing took me like four hours to pull together.
I made the cake from scratch (first time attempting that) and apparently my style of cooking isn't the best for cakes from scratch. Because my style of cooking is: throw stuff together, measure approximately, preheat or don't preheat- whatever, and make the biggest mess you can imagine (EVERY TIME). Here is a breakdown of the hot mess that was me between 8 pm and midnight yesterday.
|Ok. This should be easy!|
|It wasn't. So I dug in!|
|Still feeling happy.|
|But in need of some assistance from man muscles.|
|And drinking wine to keep me sane.|
|Mentally prepared to begin the frosting.|
|Turned it yellow and threw it in a bag.|
|Wasted a lot of it experimenting.|
|Then I tackled the cake.|
|With my leftovers, I was too tired to try any more pretty frosting.|
|And I was left with this.|
|And this. Josh was thrilled.|
I cook like I exercise. Spontaneously, spastically, agressively, and lovingly. But I learned last night that it's a good thing I don't write a cooking blog. Preparing content for one post about baking was exhausting enough. And I'd rather exhaust myself doing what I truly love to find content. You all know I love lucy but I also love running ten miles. I'll be doing that tomorrow morning and can't wait to write about it.
Any suggestions on where to run to in this exciting city?