I thought to myself " how will I post one of my best baking experiences and not talk about my worst", that would be like telling the world that there is no worry in life.
This is one of the worst cake making experiences I have had.. read on
It is said that in life one must
go through good times and bad in other to be well grounded. The beauty
of Gold is usually hidden in a thick black mass not until it has gone
through fierce fire.
My cake making journey has been fun with disappointments and happy moments to grease it. I have made good cakes, great cakes and not so good cakes that most times whenever I am baking I say a silent prayer inside me. Its funny right, but its true.
The day started out beautiful as the sky was blue and the day bright and sunny. I remember it so well as i was in a wonderful mood that morning, I was approached by a girl who was planning her birthday celebration later that day, she wanted it to be a big one and I was awarded the cake contract. I wanted to make the most impressive cake as this was the beginning of my baby steps to being a reknowned cake maker so I had to put in my all. I got all the ingredients and was even over-budget but I didn't care if I spent my own cash as all that mattered to me was the quality of the cake. I wanted the cake soft and very fluffy (as this was my signature) and the technique that I use is that the flour ratio is usually smaller compared to the eggs and butter ratio. This technique is great but I didn't add enough flour to the mix in this case. When my cake came out it was so lovely to look at as it was well rounded and had the right crust, it was beautiful but when I took out part of it to taste, my face went numb >>>>>TOO MUCH OIL and it tasted as if Lots wife from the Bible who turned into salt had been reincarnated as a cake. I went berserk, there was no time to bake another, I was in tears, my room-mates encouraged me to put finishing touches to mask the disaster. So like all bakers or should I say most bakers would do, I did an impressive icing art on the cake and looking at it, you will never think the content would be anything different. When the celebrant came for her cake, she was happy, the cake looked very nice and went on her way. Later that evening I went for an evening service ( I even prayed at the altar for the cake) and came later at night and was told the girl came looking for me threatening fire and brimstone, my heart was pounding, instantly I knew my botched cake was no good. I waited for her to come again and this time around she came in company of another girl and I was really thinking they were going to beat me up. Calmly she explained how the cake ruined her party and how they thought she could not afford a better cake.
Gulp! Gulp! was how I swallowed hard
with my chest racing faster than Usein Bolts' legs would take him to
the finish line. I begged her and luckily she understood and asked
for a full refund but I told her I could only do a half refund which I
did. I was so embarrassed and cried my eyes out. That day I promised
never to bake again but those word turned out to be mere words said in a spit of disappointment and rage.
Here I am today!
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