One. more. year.
But I DID graduate in the cake-making area.
'Member this little piece of work only a mother could love? (The husband loved it too.)
WELL, when Eric and I were on our little jaunt to Chalzstun, we were on a quest for coconut cake. I guess it's a Southern thing. Us west-coasters are apparently not-in-the-know. I thought it was just white cake with white icing and coconut stuck to it. Not so. It has cream of coconut in the cake batter and icing. I stuck my finger in the can of cream of coconut to see what I was dealing with before I dumped a bunch into the cake. #ermahgerd #justgivemeastraw
We finally found some at a little place called Toast. Very charming little cafe with really decent food. I bet the cake would have been great if it had just been made, but I think it had been refrigerated awhile.
Wish I had gotten a better picture of the cafe but it was POURING.
Before finding Toast, we had also tried other places. One of them being Kaminsky's. We went inside to get some. The nice young man behind the counter said they didn't have one out that day. #waaah
I did spy one in the fridge. I asked him about it. #idontgiveupeasy He said they might have it out the next day.
They didn't. #boo
So, we found Toast the next day.
Anyways, for Thanksgiving, I thought I would make a coconut cake. A new Thanksgiving tradition has been born.
I graduated from this...
to this...
Take THAT Kaminsky.










