Nice Simple Recipe For Quiche photos
A few nice simple recipe for quiche images I found:
Refinement :
The Cake

Image by Suite 112
So the cake.
I had two goals for Sosie’s first birthday. Make formal invitations to her party and make her birthday cake. The invitations were easy. Shutterfly is my slave. The cake was wee-bit harder.
Jolene was thoughtful enough to send me a great cake decorating book for recipes and ideas. My mom helped me determine what kind of tools I would need and I purchased all of them online in plenty of time to practice for the big event. I even went as far to make a practice cake for my Dad’s birthday on the Tuesday before Sosie’s Saturday party. The cake looked good, but tasted terrible. B told his Mom about it and she sent me her recipe for white cake (an award winning recipe at that.) I took two days off of work to prep for the party. On Thursday I baked the cookies, whipped up icing, and ran a few party errands. On Friday morning, I was ready to begin baking.
I mixed up the four cakes needed to make the two tiers on Friday morning. Baked them, cooled them, and then watched as they would NOT come out of their pans cleanly. Disaster. I called Jame to ask her advice and she tried to steer me in the right direction. Should we use cake flour? Should we sift the flour? Should we use butter? Shortening? So many turning points where I obviously went wrong.
My mom and I loaded all of the yummy but crumbling cake bits into a tupperware container and started again. Except I needed more flour and sugar and other party foods. So I went grocery shopping, came home around dinner time, and started the "third" cake.
Which stuck to the pans.
At this point my mom was begging me to buy a store cake, B was making his OWN chocolate cake for Sosie’s birthday (because at least one parent was going to produce a homemade birthday cake for this baby’s first birthday), and pretty much no one in the house was speaking to one another.
B and I talked through the recipe. We decided the problem was probably the fact that I was using an electric mixer instead of hand beating it. The chemistry was all off. I felt like my karma was all off.
So I went back to the cake baking book. I picked a different white cake recipe. Around 9pm I started my fourth cake. I beat all ingredients by hand. I greased the HELL out of those cake pans. And the cakes *pretty much* came out. A little frosting glue and no one would ever know. I wrapped them in plastic wrap, froze them, and started to work on coloring my icings.
It was midnight.
I sent my Mom to bed– she had been sitting at the dining room table, cutting up fruit, preparing the pie crusts for the quiches, and just worrying about my sanity level. I was so determined. I had crammed for hundreds of exams in the wee hours of the morning… none of them ever felt as important as this cake.
I finished the layering and the filling and the icing at about 4am. The cake was decorated with cookies and flowers. The kitchen was clean. I spun the cake around slowly and was amazed. I had made this cake. It was a little wobbly, a little tilted, and a little silly– but it was all mine.
And the next morning, it was all Sosie’s.
The dress she wore to her party that day still has some of the pink frosting from the cake on it. I can’t bear to clean it. I loved the look on her face as she dove into the cake. Licked the frosting. Bit into the cookies. Smeared the icing in her hair. If she could have asked me to stay up and make her ANOTHER birthday cake that night, I would have. It was that simple. It was all worth it. And then some.






