Boston cream pie pancakes

Way, way back when I first started this here blog, I talked about some of the first cakes I ever made—one of which was a Boston cream pie. This was also the first time I made my own birthday cake. We now remember it as the beginning of my long-lasting addiction to all things baking as well as my newfound cake snobbery. It’s not scratch-made, by hand, with loving care and local milk? Not going to let that peasantry grace my delicate palate.

Irish cream chocolate cake truffles

We’ve all heard that old saying: when life gives you shitty cake, make cake truffles.

Frosting cake ain't easy. source

No? Well, it’s true. Life itself may not give you cake, crappy or not, (much as I wish it would), but you can certainly make cake truffles whenever you fuck up a recipe and end up with a pile of mushy, crumbly mystery substance on your hands.

Throughout my short baking career, I have successfully fucked up what seems like a thousand recipes. I have filled the entire house with smoke when roasting plums and, after proceeding successfully for the first 99% of the recipe, caused a cake to crumble all over the countertop after removing it from the pan five minutes too early. I have even added four times the amount of butter necessary to a basic chocolate cake recipe when I misread “¼ cup butter” for “2 sticks”.