Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Hogwarts Cake Don't-torial

Okay so I totally sucked at posting lately.

I would like to blame two things for this, my in-laws and Harry Potter.

While they are all very nice people, they totally vacuumed all the posting/down time out of my last week ... two weeks ... six weeks ... what day is it again?

Anyway, the cake.  Or as I like to call it the !@#$%^&* cake.

When last we left off I gave you a little tease of the potential failures that loomed in my future.

Oh and the potential was ever so great.  But this, my friends, is a tutorial, of sorts.  Think of it as an If You Are Ever This Crazy & Want To Try This Here Is What NOT To Do Tutorial.  But that title was a mouthful and too long for the blog title, so I went with Don't-torial.

But before we begin, allow me to hang my head and remind you what this was supposed to look like, though I never was quite so delusional to believe I could achieve this level of masterpiece, perfection.




There was no way that was happening, but I had hoped ...

Anyway, since the blog I swiped this idea from is called Bakingdom, clearly she knows what she is doing.  Clearly she is not a cake-mix-from-a-box-kinda-gal.  However, I am.  So, I bought me four boxes of Dunkin Heinz Classic Yellow.  That was my first mistake, because as we all learned in like kindergarten if you start with yellow in color you will have a hard time making things such as blue or red.  But Yellow Cake is the Meatball's fave, and this was supposed to be for him, so I went with yellow.  I also only needed two boxes, I have a separate post (with a lot less fail in it) about those other boxes that were purchased JIC.

Make your mix according to the package directions.  Since this is really bloomin' easy I was feeling pretty good still.  Then I needed to divide my batter into four separate-yet-equal amounts.  Allow me to save you time and messy dishes: one box of Dunkin Heinz cake mix makes 4 cups of batter.



So if you pour those four cups into two separate two-cups, you have two cakes from one mix.  Still feeling pretty good, but having a lot more dishes piling up in my sink, I busted out the food coloring.

I needed a red cake, a blue cake, a yellow cake and a green cake.  This meant that 50% of my cakes were freaking easy peasy.  Yellow was already done for me, and green was a shoe-in with a couple drops of green.  The blue and red had me worried, with good reason.  I read in the comments over at Bakingdom that she used gel colors, and when I did a google search trying to figure out how to make black frosting (we are getting to that) I discovered that these are apparently much more effective at imparting color with less than the liquid drops ... which is a great way to avoid the food coloring taste I was so nervous about.  But alas, having only my cheapo food coloring droppers I forged ahead.

My red cake wasn't bad, but blue was a bit on the teal side.  Bummer, but I was not to be deterred. I had four cake batters, and I started baking.


No, we haven't gotten to the hard part yet.

Frosting.  I needed bronze, silver, gold, and black.  You might think that I would have thought about this, and all the implied complexity it holds, before now.  But if you thought that, you'd be wrong.  Oh no, I charged on into this project without asking the fundamentally simple question "how in the great googly moogly will I ever make those colors out of frosting?!"

So with my cakes baking and my kitchen already looking like a disaster area I then asked this question.  I had both white and chocolate frosting.  I figured the Gryffindor "gold" which isn't a metallic gold really, but more of a bright deep yellow, I could handle.  So I started there.



Yeah, now with the easy one out of the way, I took white frosting and added a single scoop (like a heaping teaspoon) of chocolate frosting and mixed it up.  Bam, I made bronze!  Ravenclaw done!



But silver ... or black?  So in desperation I turned to google.  Now let me make this simple for you.  If ever you need black cake frosting, just go buy the damn black food coloring they apparently sell at hobby stores.  Its worth it.  Because starting with regular chocolate and adding eighty drops of blue and green and red, per the five different sites I found via google, desperately trying to make my frosting look right was a hot mess.  Those sites really are just liars.  Its not black, its just a dark muddy brown.    Once I gave up and accepted that dark brown was as good as it was gonna get without making it taste like plastic, I just mixed a heaping teaspoon into a white frosting and called that "silver."  Here, note the subtle differences between bronze and "silver."



Not much, right?  So, feeling a little less certain, I still march on.  My cakes were done and cool, but not cool enough.  But we will get to that part momentarily.  So I cut them.  I don't know how on in the sam hill the baking goddess (as I was now mentally referring to her, no mortal can do this crap) made two cuts in six inch cakes.  Here I was with nine inch cakes and I could only do one without them falling a-freaking-part on me.  Only having one of those little rings has a whole lot less impact in the final reveal, let me tell you.



So I cut the cakes, removed some of the excess (too much in some places, the beast was about 50/50 icing to cake ratio when I was done) and decided it was time to frost-fill.

Oh how wrong I was.

Trust me, if you do not wait long enough and you have cake that is even slightly warm or frosting that is even slightly room temperatureish you will get this.



My advice?  Freeze the effing cake pieces.  Refrigerate the frosting and pull it out about five minutes before you are ready to go.  Then, well, make one hellova mess.

My color order was messed up, I had frosting everywhere, and I am certain I heard the Beans mimic me and say "oh shit" while playing with his toys.


The end result.  Note the not-quite-black frostin on that top Hufflepuff layer?  Or the teal bluey green of the Ravenclaw layer just under it?  Not quiiiite the same as the original, as you can see here:



But I was hopeful that frosting could cover up the mess and make it still look fantastic.  Hope springs eternal, right?


Not completely wrong I suppose, it did look better, but I had no idea how on earth it would look once we cut into it.

The wax paper you see in there was placed so that I could ice this biotch without worrying about getting it on the plate.  Once I was done I pulled the wax paper strips off and it looked clean.  I have no idea why it is in the refrigerator at this stage.  I don't remember doing that ... oh well.

Then I made the decorations.  Those were simple, if not a bit tedious.  Bakingdom offers them on her site too, along with those cute owls you see in the picture with the completed cake.  Don't let them fool you, the owls are evil, more evil than the cake, but that is another post.  Soon.  I promise.

Anyway, the decorations:


My supplies: Printed (on cardstock) images, a folder thingy, scissors, bamboo skewers (not pictured), and hemp (also not pictured)


This is how I glued the banner with the song words on to the bamboo skewers.  It worked beautifully, and was the one thing I did on my own and did right.  Thus, I had to include it. Yay me!

Once those were done and it was time, I assembled it all, we lit the candles, sang ... and Meatball loved it.  But that was when he thought it was just a tall chocolate cake with spiffy decor.



Then we cut into it.



Sorry, the picture is blurry because, well, I was laughing too hard. It was either laugh or cry, so I went with laugh.  Turning to look at Meatball to see what he thinks -- because all the adults in the room where being overly kind and generous with their "ooo"s and "ahh"s -- I found him amazed and excited.  He immediately got the colors and understood the cake, he thought it was "totally wicked" which I presume means "good," and was quite thrilled.  I will not be showing him any of the concept/inspiration pictures, of course.



So while I thought it was atrocious, he liked it.  Which I guess is should be all that matters.  It did not taste like food coloring, which amazed the crap out of me.  It did have about a 50/50 icing to cake ratio and was a tad rich, so everyone took small pieces.

Feeling foolishly reassured, I felt inspired to do another Harry Potter related gift for Meatball.  This is, after all, his eleventh birthday ... and you know what happened to Harry on his eleventh birthday ...

If you don't know, *gasp!* go get your geek on and read the darn books! Then come back and read tomorrow's post! Here is a hint ...

Saturday, September 1, 2012

ewmigawd!!!!

Okay I posted the Hogwarts Cake teaser, but I just had to say I am so doing the happy dance and freaking out because I have 17 followers!

Seventeen!!!

So excited because you are HERE!

So confused, why you would want to be ...

But so thrilled anyway!

So, welcome!  Feel free to read, comment, and ask anything.  Well not anything ... I mean if you have like creepy questions go ahead and keep 'em to yourself.  Oh and I will follow you back, so you are stuck with me now.  Ha ha! Sorry about that. ;)

Hogwarts Cake, Part I

I knew it was a bad idea, yet I had hope.  Why I don't know, but I did have some hope.  Hope that because this was for my baby, my Meatball, I could some how dredge up the ability to not totally screw up the most perfect cake ever for him.

Jury is still out, because it has to be iced and also has to be cut into ... that is the scary part, I won't know if I pulled it off until we cut into it.  In front of my child, parents, siblings, and in-laws.

Go ahead, say it with me ... WTF was I thinking?!?!

At any rate, I will post a bigger tutorial with this when all done, not because I feel like I know how to but I certainly know how NOT to do some of it.  But it would be remiss of me to not give you a "taste" wouldn't it.

So here you go, a little teaser.


A quick example of what not to do.
Ever.




My cake.  I changed the color order for a reason ... namely I screwed something up in assembly and this was the best way to cover that mistake up. I will explain all of this in the full post and reveal.


The real cake.  The original.  Yeah.  I know, I know.  


This is what it looks like presently.  I was told that I should plastic wrap the crap out of it and freeze the layers so that the "moisture gets locked in" so I did.  Not so sure it that will help me or hurt me though.

I am hoping and praying fervently that once iced the majority of the ugly bits are hidden.  I am also praying that it tastes okay and isn't too dry or too food coloring tasting.  I tasted as I went and it was fine individually, but with my cheap food coloring I had to add a lot in order to make it get close to the right colors.  

**To see the completed cake in all is atrocious glory, head on over to this post.**

Friday, August 31, 2012

dreeeaaam the impossible dream ...

Werd!
So on my short to do list today we have the following impossible tasks ...
  • Do the laundry because there are no towels.  Well, no clean ones. I actually uttered the words "well we wouldn't run out if you didn't use them so often" to my husband this morning.  I even facepalmed in real life on that one while he laughed.
  • Sweep, mop, dust, and do a general pick-up of the crapalanche all over because my mother in law is coming.
  • Make my house look like I know what I am doing because my mother in law is coming.  Too bad I am not sure how to do this ...
  • Make an impossible, yet thoroughly awesome, cake.  Pictures and blog post to come.
  • Bathe a dog because he smells like human feet.  Why I don't know, nor do I want to.
  • Keep two children alive and cleanish.
  • Not kill the guys next door re-roofing the neighbor's house for the excessive noise they are making, even if they wake the Beans.
  • Maintain my sanity and sobriety.
  • Shower.  After the towels are done.  
Ah yes, the impossible tasks listed right there next to the highly-unlikely-ones.  I debated putting something about cold fusion and finding a political candidate that doesn't lie or annoy me, but I thought that may be a tad far reaching.

But hey, at least I am blog hoppin' again!  Lets see if we can surpass ten followers today!


Thursday, August 30, 2012

"Fat Ass" to "Bad Ass"

So I have been really hard on myself lately.  If you have read here for a bit you might be thinking that seems fairly in character, but this is different.  Here on the blog generally I laugh while sharing failures with cooking, or stupid mistakes I make while trying to recreate some crafty thing.  That is one thing, I can laugh at me there.  It is a safe thing.

But there are other things that are harder to laugh about.

For example, I hate my body.  Okay, hate is such a strong word.  I don't hate my body.

My body has borne two children into this world, carried another two for a short time before they earned wings and went to heaven.  My body takes me through my long day, half sleeping nights.  It picks a kiddo up from school, facilitates homework, makes meals, cleans a house, plays with a baby, walks dogs, and does a million other things.  It keeps this house sanitary (though not impecible), manages a million things at a time, and makes some of it look easy.  While not the fittest body in the world, it is still hanging in there okay and my health is nothing I can complain about having had moments of much poorer health already in my life, and many more to come surely.  My body is pretty amazing when I really think about all I ask it to endure, and how little I give it in return.

But I still have such a love hate relationship with it.

While I can DO all those things, there is stuff that my body can't do too.  Like fit into the jeans I want.

In the scheme of things this whole jean fitting thing is pretty minimal.  But it matters to me.

To my husband, my body is a John Mayer song.  He is more than happy with me as I am, tells my I am beautiful, attractive and other stuff I'd just rather not share even on my semi anonymous blog.

But I know that even he'd be just fine with my body with a little less sag, flab and padding.  He'd never say it,  but we can be honest here.

So I have been wanting for a long long long time to get in to better shape.  Not for anyone other than myself. Because I want to look in the mirror and be okay with the reflection rather than say stuff like "holy shit I have an extra chin in the works."  I do not want to be a twig, I do not want to fit into my high school jeans, I do not have some burning desire to rock a bikini next summer ... those things may be nice and all but I have no desire for it.  Well the bikini would kick ass, but that isn't my point.

My point is that I have been trying to exercise with any regularity and it really seems like fate is just content with my ass being this size rather than the one I want.  Everything feels like it works against me.  If wanting to lose weight, and sucking at it, were enough to have a rockin' bod I would be set.

Take yesterday for example.

After repeated failures at going for a jog or walk, after not being able to use any of the exercise equipment at my mom's house (a whole blog post in which I nearly set off her alarm and had the popo called on me), and many other failures too frustrating to even list I decided to enlist the help of the Wii Fit we bought forever ago.

And the fun really began.

First, I had to find the controller, and the little step-on-me thingy.  Once found, I set them up, and tried to turn everything on.  The batteries in the Wii controller had been pilfered for something else in requirement of a couple double A's.


So I did the only thing reasonable at that moment since I had no spares, I stole some from a kid toy -- seems fitting they contribute since I only started gaining weight because of them! -- and I was ready to go.

Or so I thought.

The batteries in the thingy you stand on were there, but dead as door nails.  So the tally of stolen batteries is now up to six.  Feeling like I have now waisted a massive and precious twenty minutes hunting batteries I got started and discovered that I have in fact gained 2.6 lbs since the last time I used this beast.  Oh joy.  By the time I was done taking my "tests" and updating from ages ago when we last drug this thing out of the corner, the Beans was aware I was doing something for me and promptly began screaming his adorable head off like he'd severed a limb.

If you count my mad dash back to his room, while envisioning the severe yet completely imagined trauma his shrieks implied, I probably burned a total of 27 calories.

Yeah, that is like licking a doughnut.  Gargling a Dr. Pepper, then spitting it out. It certainly has no impact on !@#$ing jean size, hotness, flat tummies, or imagined bikinis.

So here I sit feeling very frustrated and dejected and needing to vent.  Because I know when my husband comes home he will have some stupid-man-line ready like "oh you don't need to exercise" or "why don't you just get the Beans busy doing something and then work out if you really want to?"  Well gee wiz Einstein, why did I not think of that?!  Bleeding brilliant piece of goods, you are.

How do other mom's exercise?  Gym isn't in the budget and my eating options are actually quite healthy an balanced.  I just need something in my home, cheap, and fairly easy that I can do.  If it is an exercise with your kids thing I don't know how to keep a very active and wanting to run one year old in place very long.  He likes to run, but not long enough to make an impact on my waistline.

Any suggestions? Please?

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

*sniff, sniff* can you smell that?

*sniff*

It is such a distinct smell.

*sniff, sniff*

It reminds me of something, but I can't quite put my finger on it ...

*deep inhale*

Ah, yes, that would be an upcoming baking fail on my part.

It hasn't happened, but you know I could never pull off something as beautiful as this:



And yet, I am going to try.  Pictures, rantings, and replacement cake options for the Meatball's 11th birthday to soon follow ...

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

muffin bricks

Just tell me, is it possible, even remotely so, to make any corn bread mix (from a package) that does not resemble the consistency of bricks once done?

I want fluffy melt in your mouth cornbread, I get rocks.  Hockey pucks.  A dental accident waiting to happen.

Anyway, the Meatball seems to like them.  I guess I should be grateful I am raising him with such *ahem* amazing culinary standards.

Anyway, I made these corn dog muffins yesterday in the hopes that they would be a nice make now and stick them in the freezer for school lunches option.  Not sure yet about how they are post-freezing, but they were a hit in the pre-freeze taste test.  Real simple, figured I'd share.

But seriously, what I am doing wrong with cornbread?!

The general gist of it is this: follow the directions on your cornbread package (clearly, I fail at this).  Dice up a couple hot dogs of your choice (kosher, mysterymeat, fauxmeat, whatevs) drop it all into muffin cups and bake per the packaging.  See, I did say it was simple.

Now you have a corn dog.  Without the stick.  And its smaller, and not a full "dog" and ... well you get the idea.

Step One: Put some corn bread batter in bottom of cup

Step Two: Drop some diced dawgs on the batter

Step Three: Cover with more battery
Step Four: Cook per package instructions
(mine was 15 to 20 mins at 350F)
Not calling this a fail since the minion boy is eating them willingly without bribery ... that's my story and I am sticking to it!