I actually decorated it myself!!! Can I getta "Woot, woot"?
Well, I signed myself up to make a dessert for some volunteers up at our church. Instead of doing my normal, buy pie let it defrost ritual, I decided to bake a cake. gasp. shock. awe.
I know, right?!?
So I bought some cake mix. (You didn't actually think I would make it from scratch did you? ha!) Searched for a great icing recipe. (I'm not a fan of icing from a container) And went to work on my cake. And yes, I prayed the whole time that my cake wouldn't burn. But I did buy extra cake mix, just in case.
It worked! I didn't burn it!
So, onto the frosting.
While digging into the great abyss that is my kitchen appliance storage cabinet to find my hand mixer, I came across this bad boy:
Now, I've had this puppy for a few years now. Never used it. Sad, I know. So I decided to give it a gander.
After removing several pots, pans, other various kitchen appliances, and getting stuck in the cabinet itself (yes stuck! You've really got to see this cabinet), I finally succeeded in pulling the 40 lbs appliance from the very spot in which it has sat for the past three years.
I washed it, poured the frosting ingredients in, turned it on and magic happened. The sound of the spinning whisk was heavenly. So much different from my hand mixer, which will make your ears bleed. Quiet. Soothing. And best of all, it was mixing my frosting while I assembled cake layers. Wonderful.
I think I'm in love with it. That, and my Pampered Chef garlic press.
So in the end, I had a cake and wonderful frosting to go along with it, thanks to my mixer. I'm pretty sure I will never go back to my screeching, ear bleeding hand mixer ever.
So here's the cake: