Back many years ago, when the husband and I were still newly weds he had a birthday.
Me, being the clueless wife, asked him what kind of cake he wanted.
His response was angel food cake with cream cheese icing.
Since this was before I outlawed all sorts of boxed baking goods, I went to the store and picked up a cake mix and a can of frosting.
Armed with my mixer, a bowl, and no fear of failure I whipped up the angel food cake.
Being my first time making this type of cake, I didn’t realize that it had special instructions for after the cake came out of the oven that involved glass bottles or cans and the ability to balance a cake upside down.
Needless to say, this first cake ended up thrown at a wall and I had to go back to the store to get another box of mix.
The husband was never allowed to have angel food cake again on his birthday.
She had told me weeks before she wanted angel food cake but her words went in one ear and out the other as I crossed my fingers, hoping she would forget.
Of course she didn’t. So on her birthday I started looking up directions to make an angel food cake from scratch.
Needing a dozen egg whites I scratched this plan and instead tried to bribe her with some other type of dessert.
So the husband was sent to the grocery store to buy a box of cake mix since it was late, I was tired, and I wasn’t going to use a dozen egg whites in one freaking cake.
He made the cake and put it in the oven.
My oven is now covered in angel food cake because apparently there are high altitude directions that were not followed.
I hate angel food cake.
It was invented by the devil and will forever be referred to as devil’s food cake in my house.
In related news, the kid did get her slice of birthday cake as requested. With candles.