This is what it was supposed to look like:
Instead, it looked like this:
Instead, it looked like this: I should've known better. I should've known not to bake under the influence of fatigue, time constraint, anger (a 15-yr-old took over Eleanor's body today) and menstruation. This is what I get. It's fitting really, because all day I've felt exactly like that crepe cake looks: fragile, like a cry is pushing up my throat, falling to pieces, messy. I just feel bad for my friends who invited us to dinner and now will get supermarket ice cream instead. Rocky Road?
(Guess what? We ate it anyway, even after an additional blow of Ada sitting on it on the car ride over. And it was delicious.)
2 comments:
Mmmmm BABY! I don't care WHAT that gateau is supposed to look like, it is some kind of FABULOUS! And you can bury me in that lemon mousse.
Thanks for going all out for us! We loved having you and the kids over.
Still looks delicious!
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