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It was about ten years ago. Paul and I just arrived home from our honeymoon when I promised Ruby, my mother in law, that I would bake my famous chocolate cake for her sixtieth birthday.
On the night before the birthday, I prepared myself to make the cake. I recalled my mother’s advice that the egg yolks had to be separated from the whites very carefully to make sure that there was not even the smallest speck of yolk in the whites. The egg whites fluffed beautifully and it reminded me of the highest mountain peak of the Himalayas. The rest of the steps of mixing, folding and baking the dark sweet indulgence went perfectly well. The next thing was to make the mouth watering chocolate butter icing to spread on the cake where I would top it with strawberries. Some green leafy ferns and white chocolate curls will make the last finishing touches to the beautiful and elegant decorations. I remembered that I bought some icing sugar. My eager and helpful husband had put it in a jar. He labelled all the containers where I was supposed to keep salt, sugar, flour etc. I found the glass jar with a label that said icing sugar and quickly without any hesitation I measured the white substance and poured it into the softened unsalted butter, and I mixed it together with melted dark chocolate. The spread of the shiny icing was amazingly smooth and even on the high cake and I was proud of myself.
The barbeque lunch was superb and Ruby was delighted with the pearl necklace that we bought in Singapore for her birthday present. Then, my big moment came when Sam, my father in law, carried the beautifully decorated chocolate cake to the table and he proudly announced that his new daughter in law had made it special for his loving wife.
I put a big chunk of the cake into my mouth and to my horror the cake tasted very salty. It explained why people left their cake on the table after the first bite. I wished there was a disastrous earthquake that split the ground open at that very moment so I could jump and disappear. The fact that nobody said anything about it made the embarrassing situation even worst. Then I saw my mother in law carefully examining and tasting her slice when suddenly she told everyone that it was only the icing that was salty and the cake itself was very delicious. Still my pride was deeply dented. Up until now, I had never told Paul that it was actually his fault that I put salt instead of sugar in the icing. He had put salt in the jar with icing sugar label on it.
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Posted by Gwatlan on 2008-10-11 21:44:26 | Rating: | Views: 81
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oh no!!!
hahaha... that's so terrible and funny at the same time. :(
thanks for the story, garden-gnome!!
:)
cheers!!
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Posted by badlydrawnstickman
on 2008-10-11 22:15:14
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Thank you for stopping by and commenting, Mr. Stickman..........:)
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Posted by Gwatlan
on 2008-10-12 04:10:15
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Hi Gwatlan! Long time no see!! I'm back to thoughts and was happy to still see you in the halls! Great post :-) hope you've been well. xxx
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Posted by Ellie2008
on 2008-10-12 10:32:02
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Hi Ellie, what a surprise..... Glad that you are back. Sure it has been a long long time.....
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Posted by Gwatlan
on 2008-10-13 04:14:52
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Ah, I would want the earth to swallow me at that moment too. Except, I probably would have tasted the icing. I always do, it is a cooks peogative to sample everything. Good that you cam laugh at it now.
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Posted by circe
on 2008-10-14 13:12:44
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Circe, you have a very good logic.... I know most people will taste the icing first before spreading it on the cake :)
Fortunately this story is only an imagination ( a fiction )
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Posted by Gwatlan
on 2008-10-14 15:29:38
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