I am getting ready for Willow’s party, and I made a decision to be NOT STRESSED. Which, hmmm, is a little difficult when at nearly 11 pm I broke her birthday cake into a few pieces, one of which landed on the floor. Let me back up. I made her a heart-shaped chocolate chip cookie cake, which (dumbass move #1) I have never made before. Things were fabulous until the part about unmolding the cake and letting it cool on a wire rack. It had already been cooling for about fifteen minutes, but I noticed that the bottom was sinking into the wire rack and it looked like it was going to sink so far that it would be ruined. So I
took the initiative and wrecked it myself palmed it and flipped the rack upside down, thinking I’d put the cake on a big plate to cool. Because, you know, it is a cake, so it should stay in one piece after being out of the oven for so long. HOWEVER, a cookie cake will break into seventeen pieces and leave you with burning chocolate chips on your sad little outstretched palm.
But remember!! I decided NO STRESS around this party. The second cake is baking, and we are making lemonade from the Meyer lemons that grow in the back yard. It’s really super-martha lemonade; I made a sugar syrup so all the sugar will mix in and not be silty on the bottom of the pitcher, and I’m going to put a bunch of rosemary in it.
Not stressing. NOT STRESSING. (but I will brag, I made mayo today. My house is messy as hell, but I made mayo.) Time to go check the cake. I don’t want to make another one.