Maddy's 19 Today!

Well, our little bud has blossomed into a full grown woman-flower. Hard to believe. I'm pleased that she's chosen to have dinner with me and Geoff. We're making her the dinner of her choice at the house. My task was to make her favorite dessert -- chocolate truffle cake (an orgasm for your mouth) -- and I've failed miserably. 
     It was quite an adventure. The cake is a flourless chocolate cake so it's basically a bunch of chocolate, butter, egg yolks and some whipped egg whites. It only bakes for 15 minutes. The obnoxious electric oven at my apartment clearly bakes very hot and not very evenly. 
   For your amusement, I've written down my thoughts as the disaster unfolded:

"Yummy! This is one of the best cakes ever. I'm glad Maddy was born and even more glad she asked for a Chocolate Truffle Cake on her birthday. Ok. Batter's mixed. Got the cake in the oven. I'll go put away the clean clothes that have been laying on my bed for a week while it bakes." 

Beep. Beep. Beep. I walk back to the kitchen.


"Mmmmm.....smells good...wait a minute...smells burnt!! (enter various swear words here) I hate this oven! What am I going to do? Ok. Breathe. Focus. I have enough chocolate to eke out one more cake. I'll whip up the batter really quickly and will be able to get it done before I have to be at work for my next client. Ok. Second chances are great, right? Got it in the oven now. Twenty five degrees cooler. Setting the timer. Ok. While it's baking, I can go package up the curtains that have been sitting on my bedroom floor for two weeks so I can return them. How do I get this huge curtain in that teeny little plastic package?!" 


Beep. Beep. Beep. I walk back to the kitchen. 


"Mmmmm.....smells good....wait a minute. Why isn't this baking? I'll turn the temperature back up. At least it had a chance to bake on the inside but not burn on the outside. Aren't I clever? I'll let it cook 5 more minutes. That gives me a chance to brush my teeth and put on a little make up to enhance my natural beauty."

Beep. Beep. Beep. I walk back to the kitchen. 

"Mmmmm....smells good...wait a minute! It still isn't baking! OH...MY...GOD. I turned the oven off when I burned the first cake and panicked! I hate this oven! What am I going to do? Ok. Breathe. Focus. I still have about 10 minutes before I have to leave. I'll turn the oven on and will let it bake for 5 minutes. That should finish it up, huh? That gives me a chance to clean up the brown fuzz that's been accumulating on my bathtub and in my belly button from the new towels I bought when I moved in. I think I have some Q-tips in there."

Beep. Beep. Beep. I walk back to the kitchen. 

"Mmmmm.....smells good...wait a minute. Smells burnt!! (enter various swear words here) I hate this oven! What am I going to do? Ok. Breathe. Focus. I don't have any more chocolate and I don't have any more time. I've baked two cakes and I've burnt two cakes. I'll just go to the store, get more ingredients and will make the cake when I get to the house after work this evening. Third time's the charm -- anything worth having is worth waiting for -- no pain no gain, right?" 

We'll see.