In college I was talked into making a birthday cake for a girl I was dating. I know I know, but I was in art school and everyone said it would be so much fun
to decorate.
So I made the cake, bought all those pots of food color that's solid and some parchment paper with nozzles, and mixed some pretty colors using frosting from the store. If I must say so myself, the cake was a masterpiece. She loved plants and I'd made intricate vines with passionflowers all over the cake, and used a knife to create a painting background. It deserved an A.
She loved it...until she put it in her mouth, when she spit it on the floor.
Who knew you couldn't substitute olive oil for vegetable oil...they're both vegetables...
So I made the cake, bought all those pots of food color that's solid and some parchment paper with nozzles, and mixed some pretty colors using frosting from the store. If I must say so myself, the cake was a masterpiece. She loved plants and I'd made intricate vines with passionflowers all over the cake, and used a knife to create a painting background. It deserved an A.
She loved it...until she put it in her mouth, when she spit it on the floor.
Who knew you couldn't substitute olive oil for vegetable oil...they're both vegetables...
