Repeat after me: never make a simple cake without parchment paper in the pan. NEVER. I'm not kidding.
Seriously, a spice cake that should have hopped onto the plate, ready to be robed in buttercream, instead came out of the pans in pieces. Distressing.
So I iced the one surviving layer. Happy Birthday Kevin!
Then, I didn't cry, I almost didn't even curse.
I took my ruined cake and made cake balls.
I planned on dipping them in white chocolate. That didn't exactlay work out - the chocolate decided to get soft and go no further.
I might mention at this point that the Patriots and Packers both lost playoff games during this process...maybe I should take responsibility for that as well?
Eventually the cake balls made it into a bath of milk chocolate...
and evaded the papparazzi...
But they were lovely, I promise!