The Makings of a NON Cake Fail

I am a self-defined experimental chef. I go to the kitchen, look in my fridge, check the cupboards, and start cooking.

Last week, a hungry me decided to go make barbecue chicken and mashed potatoes. By the time I was finished cooking, I sat down to eat a self-concocted asian stirfry and noodles. That's just the way I roll.

As I have come to realize, however, experimentation does not work when it comes to baking. My recent cake fail is a prime example.

Upon hearing of my epic fail, Chrissy and Heather decided to come to the rescue. I came home from work last week to find a package sitting on my doorstep.

In it?

Cake pans, cake mix, frosting, sprinkles...and plenty of junk food to boot.

It was with trepidation that I cracked open the eggs, softened the butter, greased the pans, preheated the oven, and "beat for 4 minutes" the batter. Granted, its a box mix. But I couldn't help wondering: am I destined to be incapable of baking a good cake?

I am quite pleased to report that it tasted as good as it looked.

Cake fail no more!

With a box mix, I can make a cake!