So today is Andy's birthday and I had decided to actually BAKE a cake this year instead of buying one. Plus I'd gotten an email from Whole Foods with this delicious looking - and sounding - Frosted Carmel Apple Layer Cake. Yummmmm.
Since I can't leave work early, I planned to make it last night. Murphy's Law, I'm behind schedule, I agreed to help Andee study for her Geography test, and to top it all off, Andy and I have an argument. So there I am trying to happily do it all while ignoring the events of the evening. In all my efforts, I grease the pans, but completely forget to flour them. Trying to be optimistic I tell myself - grease is enough - the cakes will come out no problem. It will be fine.
Not exactly. So there I am at 10:30 at night, after a not-so-great evening, staring at this cake that has come out of the pan in pieces, knowing that there's no way I'm going to be able to layer and frost it. Looking at it just seems to sum up my whole evening. And then Andee eats a bite and says - "Wow, it's really good! Don't worry, it doesn't matter what it looks like. I'd rather have it taste good then look good." So as I lay in bed, still upset over my cake and the evening, I started to think how accurate Ann was without even realizing it. Sometimes the outside ends up a little rough, but the inside is still pretty darn good. And that's really all that matters isn't it?
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