Sorry to break away from our regularly scheduled broadcasting of Buffy and Americone Dream 24/7, but we have other things to talk about tonight. And I know that I maybe have been overboard with Buffy and Americone Dream talk lately. One would think that's all I care about anymore. That's not true at all. There are certainly other things of importance. Namely, The Teen has become even more Teen-y. His birthday is today. So celebrations were in order.
First, the card. He doesn't go much for the gooey flowery stuff.
He does however like cake. Very much. Now, I have to say, I don't really like to bake. Don't know why. I certainly like to eat baked goods. And I love to cook. Somehow, I missed the love-to-bake gene. But it's a birthday, and cake should be in order. Miss T. was kind enough to share a family recipe for pound cake. This is no run-of-the-mill pound cake. It's a great deal of work.
One must be fully stocked with eggs to make this pound cake.
Look at those eggs go! Look at the that gooey yellow batter! Which at the moment is all egg, sugar, and butter! Lots of everything!
See? I wasn't kidding when I said you need to be well-stocked with eggs. And each egg has to be beaten into the batter separately, with four minutes of beating per egg. The Teen and I listened to a great deal of Lily Allen while beating the eggs. Or, rather, I listened to a great deal of Lily Allen, as The Teen got pretty bored around Egg 4.
And then it bakes, and bakes, and bakesandbakesandbakes...but ah, when it's done, a glorious pound cake.
But it could be more glorious, don't you think? This is a birthday, after all. And the cake is going to be consumed while watching Shaun of the Dead. Because nothing goes better with pound cake than zombies and blood. So I thought long and hard about what to accessorize the pound cake with.