A 2-hour birthday cake…July 5, 2009 at 12:22 PM | Posted in cupcakes | 37 Comments
Tags: 29th birthday cake
Yesterday was my birthday. Yes yes, I am an Independence baby. It’s alright to be jealous. The whole country celebrates my birthday with fireworks. How cool is that? Ok maybe it has something to do with America’s independence from Great Britain but I’m sure my birthday has a little to do with it too. Although I “might” have illusions of grandeur. (Who me? Naaaahhhh…)
If you read my Twitter, you know that I’ve been anticipating my husband baking my birthday cake. I’m such an evil wife. But in my defense I didn’t think he’d actually agree!
PS- Is it just me or are you singing the subject line to the tune of Gilligan’s island theme song? Ok so it’s just me then…
♪♫The mate was a mighty sailin’ man,
The Skipper brave and sure,
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour.
A three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
The Minnow would be lost. ♪♫
8:32am: I tiptoe into the bedroom (since I’ve been awake since 630am to watch the Serena vs Venus Wimbledon finals) and whisper to Hubs if he’s ready to bake my birthday cake yet. My answer is some incoherent mumbling, grunting and then finally a snore followed by the “roll over”.
9:17am: Hubs stumbles out bed in a zombie-like state, with arms outstretched, repeating “Coffeeeeee Coffeeeee”.
10:03am: After savoring his morning ritual of Grape Nuts (gross!) and his favorite coffee cup, he’s ready to bake. Actually I think his exact words were “BRING IT!” HA HA
10:10am: Notice that it took him 7 minutes to get started? He needed that time to set up his mini DVD player in the kitchen for any “down time” he said. Um. Sure husband. That makes sense. Since he bought the cake mix himself I wasn’t sure what he was baking. I assumed it would be funfetti but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he came home with red velvet. It’s not like it’s *MY* birthday right? He was actually quite excited to find red velvet cake mix. Duncan Hines red velvet to be exact. Probably more excited than the average man should be. Something about red velvet. Doesn’t seem to have the same affect on me. Go figure.
10:10am-10:12am: Two minutes. Count it. Two minutes to read and reread the instructions on the box. His first question. What kind of pan do we have? (Box says 325F or 350F depending on the type of pan)
10:13am: Hubs prepping the pans with PAM. He’s a tad overzealous with spraying so one pan has a good 1/2″ of PAM soup at the bottom. When he heard me make a little peep he replies with “Too much?” and starts blotting with paper towel. I realized when he started to move my KA mixer towards him that I am more protective of Ginger Spice than I thought. Yes, I named my KA mixer.
10:19am: Time for some vegetable oil, eggs and water. He was quite perplexed staring in my baking cabinet at the vegetable oil, canola oil, peanut oil and corn oil. When I called him on his hesitation, he argued that corn oil could be considered a vegetable too so he was weighing the options of using either. *smacks head* I have no words.
10:22am: His exact words were “Oooh it turned red!” followed by “Am I allowed to use my fingers?” (Gosh I hope so b/c I am a batter finger licker myself!)
10:26am: Watching my husband pour batter into 2 pans made me realize how ambidextrous you have to be to bake. Let’s just say that he didn’t really take advantage of the spatula in his left hand and preferred the “shake and jiggle” method of pouring the batter.
10:31am: Since there was some cake batter left over Hubs took the initiative of using it to make cupcakes. At this moment I realized why I love this man. We share the same philosophy: No batter left behind. Using the ice cream scoop was a little perplexing for him and he liked the slow and steady “pour” instead of pushing the release lever. Then switched to the scoop+spatula duo instead.
10:38am: Time to bake. At which point he refuted my mocking him about setting up his dvd player and proceeded to grab one of the dining chairs and sit in the middle of the kitchen and watch Scarface while the cake/cupcakes baked.
10:58am-11:08am Cupcakes come out first and then cake 10 minutes later.
11:08am-11:35am: Break for lunch while cakes cool. Side note: Asian Noodle Salad w grilled shrimp is tres delicious!
11:36am: I asked Hubs if he wanted to level the cakes with serrated knife or just frost uneven cakes and he went for it. What a trooper! He cracked me up after he was done b/c he started counting his fingers to make sure none were lost in the process. Do not try this at home, kids. We’re professionals.
11:38am: Frosting time! Watching Hubs frost the first layer was pure entertainment. There was no concept of “crumb coat” to him b/c he explained that the 2nd cake would cover the crumbs anyways. Touché Hubs touché.
11:41am: Now I don’t know about you and I don’t claim to be a professional cake layer-er either but when I put the second layer on, I use slow concise movements so that both layers are lined up exactly but Hubs does the “grab, hold above and drop” method. Hey whatever works right?
11:42am: I remember when I bought my cake turntable, Hubs didn’t understand why I couldn’t just use a plate but he admits after frosting the top and sides that it *IS* pretty useful. Duh?!? Again he had no concept of crumb coat and explained that the bits of red velvet cake in the frosting reminded him of sprinkles and he knows how much I love sprinkles. I swear this man could sweet talk a lamb to fall in love with a lion. (A little Twilight talk for all you fans out there! haha)
11:51am: I have to admit, crumb coat aside, I was very impressed with his side frosting spatula skills.
11:56am: Imagine my surprise when he asked me if I wanted him to write anything on the cake. Now I love my Hubs but he’s not known for his steady hand. Asking him to cut on the dotted line is an extreme undertaking. I really couldn’t torture him by telling he had to write something on my cake could I? Oh what the heck! It’s my birthday! Don’t worry. Hubs got me back. See the quotes. “29th” indeed. I blame a birthday card I got from a friend with “29” that put the idea in his head. (Yeah I’m talking to you A!) But I think he felt a little guilty and put sprinkles all over to make amends. I do love me some sprinkles.
12:06pm: I bet you thought he forgot about the cupcakes huh? I admit that I put together the piping tip and bag for him b/c he just couldn’t grasp the concept of filling it with frosting by himself. I even prepared myself for a big blob of star shape tipped frosting on each cupcake but he did awesome! He does the outside-inside swirl method (I do the inside-outside) but tell me that doesn’t look perfect? Shock doesn’t even begin to describe my reaction. He mentioned that all those years as a barista in high school+college serving up hot coffee drinks with whipped cream paid off to see my face. We just won’t mention the fact that frosting squirted out the top of the piping bag. Don’t wanna spoil his moment. Just our little secret. Shhhhhh… *wink*
12:16pm: Ready to see the final product?
JOB WELL DONE HUSBAND! I am so impressed. Best birthday present ever.
Husband rating: A+
“Of course it’s an A+ grading. I made it!”
Wifey rating: A+ for effort/A- for taste
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a cake mix snob at all but I think my scratch red velvet is better than the box. Even Hubs agrees with me and he’s a red velvet connoisseur.
Other rating: A+
We brought the cupcakes to watch fireworks with friends and they raved. I think they were just as surprised as I was that Hubs made them! I’m telling you. His aversion (reputation) to artsy craftsy precedes him. HA HA
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