As you may know, if you’ve ever been here before, I live in a small town.
Nobody knows me, really – thank goodness – as I am a hermit. Hello? I work on the internet. I do this for a reason. You all don’t care if I brush my hair before I tweet…you see the picture of me looking all radiant and Photoshopped.
Just as life should be.
Yet, there are times when I have to leave the house. It sucks, but, sometimes things have to be done outside of the interwebs.
Like judging a Cake Competition.
Apparently word has gotten out around here that I do bake. A lot. And that I get paid to do it. So, a couple of years ago, before I REALLY got into judging food competitions, I was asked to judge the local Festival Cake Competition.
I do like cake.
I especially like to eat it, and especially if I didn’t have to MAKE it.
Or 10 cakes. I really like to eat 10 cakes.
For that very reason, I got up, got dressed in real clothes, and Photoshopped my hair for real. Then I headed down to the festival, where I was greeted with all kinds of sugary goodness.
Oh, the stories I would like to tell you about this task.
Like, “homemade” meant “not a purchased cake.” As in, you can use a box if you wanted to, just make it yourself. I was okay with that, though it did make me giggle. As long as more people are getting in to baking, I am all for it. Use a box. I am not anti-box. I am pro-box.
I am on your side, people.
Would you have even thought to PURCHASE a cake already made and enter it into a competition?
Okay then. There was much, much more. Like, there was this one cake, which I will not name, but it was…something. At first I thought – okay, someone is trying to poison me. Is my blog THAT horrific I deserve Death By Cake? From the moment I lifted the odiferous lid to the first tiny taste, to the 30 minute heaving beside my car later, I knew this cake was not a contender. I could not keep it down. I tried. It did not make matters easier with the Ace of Cakes, Duff Goldman, texting me every 22 seconds with phrases like “licking an ashtray” “moldy sausage” and “mushy hair covered eggs” once he knew my chuck was about to up.
Such a pal. THESE are the types of people I call my friends, friends.
However, despite the bad cake, there were several great ones, and one was hands-down the very best. Great attention to decoration, and even better? It tasted fantastic. It was based on a box mix, and filled chock full of Oreo Cookies.
Now, I am not going to share that winning recipe with you, as it just isn’t mine. But, one day a couple of weeks ago, I had a box of cake mix and a bunch of Oreos that needed some attention. So, I made you a cake.
She’s pretty. Moist, chocolaty, excellent with whipped cream. Every bit as good as that winning cake recipe.
No, you needn’t make it in a bundt, but, I was feeling it. It’s the only cake shape that can get away without icing, in my opinion. All the other cakes look nekkid, don’t you agree? I did add a nice ganache though – so totally worth it, as one can not get enough chocolate in their diets without having chocolate covered chocolate filled chocolate cake.
Hope you enjoy it!
(And hey, if you run into that Duff guy, you let him know paybacks are hell.)
Have a great day!