In honor of my 45th birthday, I thought I would impress you with my baking skills.
I got this idea in my head my senior year of high school that I would never see my friends again. I just knew I would move to L.A. and be a successful MTV VJ. Or maybe, I would be a doctor. I was definitely going to famous, rich, and far, far away.
After all, Hee Haw had been cancelled and I could no longer dream of growing up and laying on that porch. The closest I came to being a Hee Haw honey was the time I got arrested. (No lie-I was wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and barefoot. Roy Clark and Buck Owens would have approved of my attire.)
I will save that one for later.
Anyways, I made my friends a birthday cake and I am pretty sure this one was for Charlene Wallace. If I remember correctly, we were at the library desk when we cut it and someone let out a, “Eeeww!”
That beautiful moist chocolate cake had some yellow object in it. Had I cooked a bug? How gross and how embarrassed was I.
There is always a person that has to poke it in every crowd. I was cringing.
The repeated pokes revealed a round of laughter. I swear I used a mixer. I mean I promise I used one.
Despite the mixer, I hard boiled three lovely egg yolks inside that cake. I will never forget it.
Once the mystery was solved, we proceeded to eat it.
Lesson learned -I never fail to poke and/or whisk my eggs with a fork now.
And, for the record- believe it or not, I make an awesome pound cake. I will caution you to slice at your own risk. But again, that is yet another story.