This morning I had visions of a fluffy white cake with caramel frosting. Instead I ended up with this...
It looks like chicken fried steak w/gravy, doesn't it?
It's not totally the fault of the one-arm baker. Somebody jumped in a chair and ate about 1/3 of the top layer off of the counter when I wasn't looking. I had the top layer sitting by itself on one counter while I worked at frosting the bottom two layers. I always use the prettiest, most even layer for the top. When I turned around to go get the top layer, there sat a certain someone happily helping himself.
Lovely. I used it anyway and frosted it too.
(The ugly frosting job was entirely the one-arm baker's fault)
It'll still taste good with a cuppa joe.
I'm not naming any names, but...uh-huh, the thief!
Sitting in front of the fire with a lap full of dogs.
They would ALL get up there if I'd let them.