In case you are new here, allow me to recap. Matt likes this cake called 'Heaven and Hell'. It's a four layer monstrosity with two different cakes (FROM SCRATCH), peanut butter mousse, chocolate ganache, and I don't even remember what else. I attempted it for the first time two years ago, and in the process I broke a blender, ran out of eggs, backed my Trailblazer in Matt's truck on the way to the store, and just created a general brick of a cake. You can read the full account of the debacle here.
Last year I was in the early stages of pregnancy on Matt's birthday and would vomit at the mere thought of an egg, so my mom took over cake duties for poor ol' Matt. I don't remember what she made, but I'm glad she did, otherwise I would have had to put a candle on a piece of peanut butter bread.
BUT ANYWAY, April 5th rolled around, and in a fit of domesticity, I decided I could totally make another Heaven and Hell cake for him, but I would just simplify it with boxed cake and store-bought icing. It went considerably smoother than the first time, but since I only own one round cake pan, it took me around 2.5 hours to bake it. I skipped the peanut butter altogether this year (I forgot it actually, but I'm going to pretend it was intentional mmkay?) and after letting the layers cool I frosted that sucker with relative ease and took it to my mom's house for Matt's birthday tacos. The man loves his tacos.
After blowing out the blazing inferno of candles (sheesh, old much?)we cut into the cake and gorged ourselves on chocolate. Matt liked it! Everything was going great! The curse of the cake was broken...or so I thought.
After mentally congratulating myself on creating an edible version of this cake, we drove off into the sunset...and heard a crash as THAT DAMN CAKE slid off the hood of the car and was scattered along George Street.
|Cell phone pic via my mom, the finder of the carnage on the side of the street.|