*Because it's written by Cake. Get it? Huh. HUH!?
Now for most people, taking a store bought box of cake mix and producing a dessert with it is nothing major. For me, it's fucking magic. I don't bake. I've always subscirbed to the Rachel Ray school of baking. Baking is too precise. Cooking is more free spirited. Baking is a haiku. Cooking is free verse.
Mark's birthday was about a month ago, but I'm just now uploading this photo. His cake of choice? A Jell-o Cake. So not only did I have to make a cake. I had to make Jell-o. I'm serious. Have me make Chicken Cordon Bleu I can do. A Jell-o cake? Shit... But it turned out perfect according to him. I'm glad he liked it. I'm perfectly ok with him lying to me about my baking skills. It's a fair trade.
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