As if to redeem myself from yesterday's failure, I baked something earlier today. A simple cake. Using a butter cake mix, as I didn't have that many tools to build a cake from a scratch. I tweaked the instructions a little though, halving the amount of egg asked as I though it called for too many eggs for such a small amount of mix. The others I followed, to measurement.
Of course me being me, I couldn't stop just at that. I added some orange zest and vanilla essence into the mix. Just to more flavour to it, lift it up a little bit. Oh ya, and some cinnamon powder too, simply cost it was there.
After a vigorously stirring the old fashion way, for a good 10 minutes, in hopes to mimic 'mix at high speed for 10 minutes' of the electric mixer, I was ready to pour the batter into the greased baking pan. The sweaty, tired me steadily held the pot holding the batter over the pan. Gently, the runny mixture came slushing down into the pan. The runniness of the mixture made me a little worried. I wondered if it was supposed to be that way.
Into the preheated oven and then the waiting game ensued. I knew I should not be doing nothing at that point as if I didn't busy myself with things to do, I would just be in a squat, watching like a hawk, as the batter bakes, transforming itself into cake! Hahaha.. how that rhymed, a little.
Cleaning up, tidying up, washing up, I did all that. The cake baked and baked away, while I peeped and peeped all the time. Finally, after almost 40 minutes baking, I noticed the browns on the sides of the cake. Ah, the moment of truth. I took a skewer and did the insertion test. 1st point clean, 2nd point clean, and final point clean.
I cut off the power to the oven and took out the cake. It's now sitting beside me, cooling down on a white plate, ready to be cut in. I am optimistic though, the smell is wonderful! Happy birthday to my father back home!
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