pound cake

So, the other night for, Sam's birthday/ an April fools party, I baked a pound cake, or tired too. I swear, I've totally done this before, successfully A pound of eggs, bound of butter, pound of sugar, pound of flour. I wanted to marble it so I ran over to the closest grocery store Marc's, amazingly they were all out of baking chocolate, so against my better judgement I purchased hot coco mix as a replacement. Once I got home I realized that somehow, between the four of us, we do not own a sift, and I had bought regular flower instead of cake/baking flour. But who cares, you know? As I was beating the egg whites stiff (which takes forever), trying my best to follow an old family recipe from the 50s the Shiah's  electric beater started to feel hot to the touch, smoke and smell like burning rubber. (sorry about the egg beater dude, I'll get you a new one after you get me a new toaster oven, lol) Unable to finish beating the eggs i mixed the scary foamy substance in to the batter and mixed the batter. That's when I realized that we don't have any cake pans. People kept coming over early, way before the cake was done, but I wasn't about to give up on this sweet sugary goodness. I put the cake in our oven from the 50s, which has to be lit and sometimes heats dishes unevenly, and started to work on the frosting. So many people opened the oven to look at the cake and slammed the oven door shut (cough, Sam) that the pound cake practically collapsed. When it was finally finished, under peer pressure, the frosting was put under the cake before it was cool, causing the butter in the frosting to melt. Everyone said they liked the cake, but I'm not sure if anything else could have gone wrong.

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p.s. what's the deal with all this snow?