I made another cake from scratch today.
Let me tell you, making frosting in the stand mixer turns out some smooth muthafuckin' shit.
And the cake...oh, fuck, the cake. I was seriously worried that I was going to screw it up, because dude, it had some steps in there I'd never done. But I followed the lovely Alton's directions, and lo! there was delicious cakey goodness!
(I have no idea what up with the way there's a ridge around the edge, or why there's a perfect darker rectangle in the middle. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical baking explanation that, were I not such a n00b, I would know.)
You don't get a picture of the cake after frosting because while I can make cake taste good, I haven't yet mastered making it look good. Last time was an aberration. But here's a piece of it in my hand, right before it became a piece of it in my stomach.
Kal, a couple of our friends, and Mr. Sorcha and The Boy (temporary new name for Littlest) all pronounced it delicious, and I have to say, I think I made a damn good cake.
Holy Pillsbury, Batman, I can bake! Who knew?