Anyway, that diversion out of the way, this is what I did one rainy afternoon this week - I decided to make a checkerboard cake.
(Stew, look! I have met and befriended horizontal rule
I decided to use two cake mixes, a devil's food and a white one tinted pink.
(We also had French bread with dinner that night.)
Then I prepared the pans and the special, magical, plastic doohicky that transforms any cake mix into checkerboardy goodness.
Nonner helped. He finds me vastly entertaining whislt I bake.
(Bumbo seat - best baby invention ever.)
Here are the three pans, ready to go in the oven.
Here they are out of the oven.
Paul said they looked like boobs.
Since I used two cake mixes, I had enough of each left over to make swirly cupcakes. But only 7 swirly ones and one plain pink one. I ate the pink one first so it didn't feel left out any longer than it had to.
And four days later, this is all that remains of the checkerboard cake. I could've sworn I took a picture of the completed cake, but I can't find it on the laptop anywhere.
I guess it's a good thing my family is still noshing on the forty-leven cupcakes I made on Wednesday, otherwise there wouldn't even be a piece of this cake left.
I should probably throw it out now. It growled at me when I took the cover off.