The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Baking: Carrot Cake

Hey guys. So. If you follow me on Instagram, you’re familiar with this story. If not, well, here you go.

A couple of weeks ago, some coworkers (including my boss) shamed me for the candy I eat. Publicly shamed me. My boss even said, “You’ll thank me in a couple of months when you’re on the beach.” Um, I was fine with this body being on the beach. Some different coworkers were upset on my behalf and cheered me up. So I decided to bake my way through my cookbooks for them. I’ll eat the cake until it runs  out, then no sweets until the next weekend.

First up:

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(I’m not going to give you the recipe. That would be stealing from the author. Buy the book or check it out from the library.)

The first section is cake! I love cake. Who doesn’t?

Carrot Cake was the first cake I made for them. I even grated the carrots myself!


It wasn’t until Richie was showing me how to grate carrots that I realized I could have bought a bag of shredded carrots. Ah, well. This makes it more authentic. (so I tell myself.)


Everything was going along swimmingly UNTIL:


Did I grease the pans? YES.

Did I flour the pans? NO.

And apparently, that’s where I went wrong.

They were stuck for a while. Like, overnight.


Bad: Top cake was broken.

Good: Icing hides a multitude of sins.

Bad: Not if you announce those sins to the world.

Good: I ate the sins and shared the rest!


Hideous but delicious. A metaphor for my life.

Delivered slices to coworkers who love me and don’t judge me


And I ate the rest!




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