The carrot cake appears to have been a success. Monday night I got home from work and got down to business. It was between staying up really late or getting up really early, because the cakes would need plenty of time to cool before icing them. I opted to stay up late.
Here goes the recipe, by the way. I followed it to a tee, except I left out the pineapple since Pretty Ricky didn’t want it included. If it were up to me, I would’ve just left out the walnuts since I’m not a fan of nuts, but he wanted those and the cake was for him, so…
I was up until after 2 a.m. baking. The batter before the carrots are added gets extremely thick. Sasha warned me that it would, but I had no idea it’d feel like near-dry cement. I thought I’d fucked something up. But then I just added the carrots, raisins, and walnuts in and voila! I got this:
It was actually really pretty, with the mixture of colors. The recipe called for 55 to 60 minutes of baking, but mine were done after 40. I don’t know if using 9″ pans instead of 8″ pans had anything to do with that. I set them out to cool as I slept. I set my alarm for 5 a.m. to take out the butter and cream cheese. At 9 or so I got back up and got to work on the icing, which took no time. My icing skills aren’t the best, but the finished product looked decent.
The only thing is, I don’t have a cake carrier and I couldn’t find one anywhere. I guess those are hot yuletide items. What I did find was a large aluminum roast pan. So I ended up having to slice the cake up myself and lay the pieces in the pan platter style to transport it.
I tried a piece and it seemed decent, but it was hard for me to savor it with the nuts. I just wanted to make sure it was edible.
Pretty Ricky and I actually pulled into work at the same time. I brought the cake in to him and he tried it and loved it. The only thing is he wanted to lay it out somewhere for everyone to enjoy. Um, no. For one, I didn’t make it for everyone, I made it for you. For two, as it was my first time making it, I was self-conscious about it and wasn’t ready to expose it to the opinions and tastes of the masses. I thought he just didn’t like it and was just trying to get rid of it, but he said he just felt selfish keeping it to himself after several people saw us with it. Oh well. I put it in his car for him.
He did share a piece with the big boss, who said it was good. And after my supervisor heard about it she went scrounging for a piece, and he gave her one. She absolutely raved about it. The sides burned slightly from the butter on the pans and I thought that would take away from the taste, but according to her, that made it even better. She was still talking about it the next day so I guess it had to be good.
I asked Pretty Ricky the next day if he still had it or had given it all away and he said he’d definitely saved it and had a piece with some tea that morning. He said it’s even better refrigerated. He likes his cakes chilled.
So…mission accomplished. On a side note, Tuesday was the day of the funeral for Pretty Ricky’s friend’s daughter and so he had on a suit when he got in to work and looked absolutely yummy. He is just absolutely gorgeous.
I’m off for 5 days next week, so our dinner is supposed to be on one of them. We’ll see. I texted him a Happy New Year at 4 a.m. yesterday. He answered and we sent a few texts back and forth.
As far as the new year goes, I had to work on NYE so I didn’t get to have as much fun as everyone else, but I did see some pretty cool fireworks.
After work I belatedly celebrated at home with a shot of vodka and a mojito wine cooler. I resolved to be better with money, to drink more responsibly (i.e. in moderation), and to stay away from asshole men (and married ones).