bAkinG RaGE - part one

my kitchen was clean last sunday. it was "clean clean" instead of "good enough" clean. i regretfully report to you that after a week of baking rage my kitchen looks like ::insert cliche about things being a mess here::.

tuesday was my sister's birthday. so like any good sister i got up early and started about making her a cake. carrot cake to be exact. carrot cake is one of my new favorite things because it is incredibly easy to make, it involves shredding things, and allows you to believe (if only for a moment) that it is good for you. the cake was submitted to the oven for baking and by the time it had finished and cooled, there was no time for the cream cheese frosting to be made. We made our way into the world to have adventures in introducing papa J to sushi, watching the red sox lose terribly, and hoofing across the city to avoid the inevitable 'face in armpit' scenario that is bound to take place on public transportation after a red sox game.

by the time we reached somerville i was tired, sweaty and yes, a bit cranky. we stopped at at store 24 to purchase the powdered sugar and walked the rest of the way home. i neglected to leave some butter out to soften to make the frosting so i made my way to bed hoping that thing would look better in the morning as they often do.

the lady week fairy came that night and granted me with and attitude that needed an adjustment. as a result i was up at 6:30 in the morning making cream cheese frosting and cursing the world. i slopped the frosting on the bundt cake rather carelessly and scattered some sprinkles on top. Great, I just made my sister and over sized birthday donut. humph.

We ate our cake for breakfast and things seemed better after that. It had been years since Meesh had a real live birthday cake and even though me frosting it with rage barefoot and bra less is not the same as a loved one turing the corner, lights dimmed and candles lit, i think it was appreciated.