For those of you just joining us, I wanted to bake a cake for my kid’s birthday, but not having done so before, I started with a test cake last week.
Throughout the week, I vacillated over what sort of frosting to make. My kid didn’t really seem to care what the frosting was, so long as it was pink. I had just decided on making a cream cheese frosting, when suddenly the birthday girl announced she really wanted lemon frosting. Lemon cream cheese? No thanks.
Okay. Real frosting. How hard could it be?
Well, here’s my disclaimer: I may be a housewife, but when things go wrong, I’ve got a mouth like a trucker. I’m going to put the rest of this post behind this link, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.