I went to the local grocery store and bought what I thought would be perfect. Funfetti cake, chocolate frosting, and some colors for the decorations. I also picked up 2 9" rounds and plastic decorating tips. Surely this is all I needed to succeed.
As I was waiting for my cake to bake and as I was tickled with anticipation of my first ever cake (or baking item for that matter) was almost done, my friend from Prescott asked if I had read the directions for high altitude. What??! I never thought that being up in the mountains at about 5,400 feet would do anything different to a cake! Apparently it does. So, my semi-burnt and semi-awkward cake came out right then. I also figured out that I had bought pie pans, not cake pans...who knew!It was okay. So I started out to frost. I dipped my butter knife in my container of frosting and starting smothering that cake. After it was covered in all the chocolate I could possibly get on it, I attempted to smooth it out with the knife. I'd seen this so many times on tv, how could this be hard? I channelled the Cake Boss as got into "the Zone."
Upon exiting "the Zone," I found that the cake did not look like I had imagined. In fact, it looked like a kid played with it. The writing saying, "We heart Brandon," wasn't as professional as I thought. Upon further review of my work and standing back a bit, it wasn't quite what I wanted to accomplish. I thought I was making an amazing cake, one that you would want to buy from the store. I may have missed the mark, but I stand by my "Brandon" cake. I think for my first cake ever, it wasn't that bad. It tasted pretty good, too!
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