Vigor, strength, vitality are all adjectives not used to describe me these past few months. Instead, lethargic, weak, and bruised seem to be more common. My body has been preparing for a quickly approaching birthday milestone (40) by falling completely apart. Not the usual growing pains that come with age, but the kind that require multiple doctors and medications. Luckily, a prescription change has proven to give a much needed respite from a bad reaction that had been making matters worse.
I have finally regained a bit of pep back into my step! I decided to celebrate by going on a baking binge a couple of Saturdays ago.
A recipe for Reese's Stuffed Peanut Butter Cookies popped up on my Facebook feed. They had my peanut-butter enthusiast hubby's name all over them. It felt nice to be doing something for him, for a change. Plus it would be the perfect opportunity for me to finally christen my Kitchen Aid stand mixer!
While I was out procuring ingredients for my cookies, I decided to grab a cake mix and s frosting. The hubby and I were planning on taking his mom out to dinner for her birthday that night. I thought it would be cute to throw together a quick Darth Vader cake for dessert.
So to recap:
- It's the first day in months I felt anywhere close to not dying.
- I was going to scratch bake cookies
- I was going to bake and decorate a cake
I smell a baking fail on the horizon.
To avoid disaster I made a plan. I would:
- Start the cookie dough first.
- While the dough chilled, I would bake the cake.
- While the cake cooled, I would bake the cookies.
- While the cookies cooled I would frost and decorate the cake.
My plan mostly worked. Things fell apart in between steps 3 & 4. It was here where my favorite owl mitts decided to give way while holding the piping hot cookie sheet. It's kind of hard to ice and decorate a cake with one hand on ice. It's certainly not the first time I had a FUBAR cake, lol, won't be the last.