I Am Not Infallible

Infallible = incapable of being wrong or making mistakes

Some time ago, I procured a recipe for Lemon Lemon Cake from a friend. I finally got the ambition last week to make it. I just today have the courage to blog about the experience.

Only two things went wrong, really...but they were massive. First (and the most dastardly), I attempted to remove the cake from the pan...pretty much immediately after it came out of the oven, which is why it looks like such:

The other (most minor) infraction occurred before this, as the cake was baking. As I prepared the glaze (powdered sugar and lemon juice), I was struck by a bolt of inspiration (later: 'bolt of stupidity'). Adding a box of cherry-lemonade jello powder to the glaze woulf render a little extra flavor and color. WRONG. I wound up with a gritty mess. Imagine mixing sand with water - that's the kind of texture I'm talking about.

So yeah, all-around epic failure here. However, in the days since, I've done some nice Banana-Oatmeal cookies and a lovely strawberry crisp. Perhaps I shall gain my self-confidence back soon...otherwise, I'm not going to last long in culinary school, am I?

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