Two Fridays ago, I had an assistant to help me bake my cake for the weekend. I didn’t do sifting and measuring, as I relegated the job to my husband who was off from work that day. He was more than willing to do it for me; in fact, he was very thrilled to take part and help. I didn’t realize that two pairs of hands are better than one, as we were done in no time.
Here’s my Strawberry Cake with Milk Chocolate Icing and whipped cream-strawberry filling.
I followed a recipe for the strawberry cake but the recipe for the icing and the filling was something that I concocted, myself. Nowadays, probably because of longer exposure to baking, I now find myself creating my own recipe based on what ingredients are available in my pantry.
If you remember in the past, I wrote about my fear of trying my hands on baking. I was so afraid of failing, that I thought I would not overcome the fear at all. This experience reminds me so much of my public speaking fear dating back when I was still in freshman (high school). Little did I know, that I had it in me to even engage in extemporaneous speaking and went on to win oratorical contests. All I needed was to get the ball rolling, in this case, I was forced to memorize and deliver a 12 stanza poem (a contest piece ) integrated as part of an oral exam. The objective was to force students to memorize the long poem and hopefully pick a representative from our school to a contest. To make the long story short, I got picked and won the division and eventually the regional contest. That paved my way to the wonderful world of oration and the rest was history.
Going back to my cake, in case you want to know – it was another lusciously sinful creation!