Do you ever feel like you can never get enough sleep? Or maybe it's just that getting up, taking Margeaux for a walk and trying to go back to sleep 30 minutes later just isn't the same as sleeping in on the weekends. A couple of Thursday evenings ago, between taking Margeaux for multiple walks I made a cake. It went like this...get home from work, take Margeaux for a walk to the park, come home make the cake batter. Put cakes in the oven, then take Margeaux for a quick timed walk...she didn't do all of her business the first time around apparently...and there were cakes in the oven that needed rotating after 10 minutes. A little while later...eat dinner, let the cakes cool for a bit and start the frosting. Take Margeaux for another walk around the block. Come in finish the frosting, get the bottom layer frosted, before she is begging for another walk...what can I say I am a total pushover. (One of these days I will learn, but she did actual go to the bathroom every time.) Come in, finish frosting cake...realize I left all cake boxes in my office and improvise for storage for the night with the old tooth pick saran wrap trick.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Classic Browned Butter Vanilla Cake with Fudgy Chocolate Frosting
Do you ever feel like you can never get enough sleep? Or maybe it's just that getting up, taking Margeaux for a walk and trying to go back to sleep 30 minutes later just isn't the same as sleeping in on the weekends. A couple of Thursday evenings ago, between taking Margeaux for multiple walks I made a cake. It went like this...get home from work, take Margeaux for a walk to the park, come home make the cake batter. Put cakes in the oven, then take Margeaux for a quick timed walk...she didn't do all of her business the first time around apparently...and there were cakes in the oven that needed rotating after 10 minutes. A little while later...eat dinner, let the cakes cool for a bit and start the frosting. Take Margeaux for another walk around the block. Come in finish the frosting, get the bottom layer frosted, before she is begging for another walk...what can I say I am a total pushover. (One of these days I will learn, but she did actual go to the bathroom every time.) Come in, finish frosting cake...realize I left all cake boxes in my office and improvise for storage for the night with the old tooth pick saran wrap trick.
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