and the buttercream. after the journey that buttercream and i embarked on, i deserved nothing less than to eat every last bit of it. it started soupy after i failed to let the melted sugar cool enough; it broke apart when i tried to rewhip it after fifteen minutes in the fridge. i thought all hope was lost. i considered a last-minute run to the store for, gasp, pre-made frosting! but i perservered and, after reheating a small portion of the frosting, adding it back to the bowl and giving it a good hand whip, it optained the most delightful glossy pink sheen. and so not only had we struggled through the ups and downs together, but, wow, did it look good. so i ate approximately my weight in buttercream and frosted the cake with the rest of it. there was even some leftover, possibly because i made a double batch for only one cake.
all this is to say, I Love Cake. especially cake made by me. it was just so fabulous to see the whole thing come together and get to sample it through the entire baking process. for my birthday, i might just make a bowl of cake batter and pour some buttercream frosting (and maybe a few strawberries) over it. oh yeah.