After two years of marriage I finally made Kenny a birthday cake. Yup, I didn't even make him one when we were first married. To be fair I was making what I thought was a cake mix, but then turned out to be a brownie mix. (and that wasn't even on his birthday, it was the day after. ;) ). And the next year his mom made him a beautiful cake, so I didn't feel like he needed another one.
I asked if he wanted a store bought cake and he said no. He wanted a homemade cake. (why I don't know.) So it was up to me to make him a cake. I saw this cake on Jamie's website. She had easy instructions on how to make this cake. (it's a football if you couldn't tell). I was doing great until it came time to frost. It was then that I realized that I don't think I've ever frosted a cake. I know I've started, but then I was usually pushed out of the way because I was doing such a horrible job. Well this time there wasn't anybody to save me. In the picture, the cake looks prettier than it actually was. It started falling apart on top and it was just a mess. Luckily, I didn't need to live up to a very high standard. I just needed to get the cake made.
And Kenny loved it! He didn't even care that some places didn't have frosting and that others had huge chunks of it.
