Today I attempted to make a rainbow cake, first let me describe the goal and vision I had created.
The goal was a multi-layer rainbow coloured cake filled with skittles and covered in white frosting and decorated with crayons made from candy melts drizzling down the sides.
Here's how it went...
With great excitement I made the cake layers, used a new method that helped them cook flat and even so no need to trim and even them out #nice. Then while the last 2 baked I decided to start making those chocolate crayons. I was melting colored chocolate trying to fill straws with it and it was a mess. I mean turns out filling straws with chocolate is harder than expected. But I figured it out and found a way. It wasn't easy but rainbow coloured crayons here I come. After letting those sit in the freezer I decided it was high time to try and remove the chocolate from the straws. It wasn't quite as easy as I'd hoped, and with how hard it was to fill them I was hoping it would be a breeze, however it felt near impossible. Nevertheless we pressed on and got it done. Many crumbled chocolate "crayons" later.
Finally it was time to assemble the actual cake so I could be done for the night.
I placed my purple cake layer followed by blue-orange which all had a hole cut out from the middle. At this point things were looking and feeling a little unstable so I decided to add some support, in the form of plastic straws in through the layers. I figured that would work so okay that's done this is gonna be fine. I filled the middle of the cake, family size bag of skittles #tastetherainbow later, and I added the top red layer.
Suddenly I noticed a crack in the front so I grabbed it to try and I'm holding it together. Next thing I know the red layer is starting to sink in the back and there's another crack at this point a skittle or 2 have begun to escape. I'm begining to panic, so I grab the cake the only way I can to hold its buldging masses together. So there I am hugging this cake trying to think of what to do next when suddenly the skittles cascade out everywhere there's cake on the floor on me and all that's left standing is 4 plastic straws. *dum-dum-dum*
Did I cry and walk away? Oh no, instead I grab a huge plastic bowl and start scooping cake and frosting and skittles into it. Desperately trying to save whatever I can, it's a sticky mess! I mean the cake is mushed and crumbled and I think to myself, "these will be awesome cake pops" and in my frenzied state I just go to town mushing all the no crumbled cake together into one mess. Right about now my father sitting on the couch near by perks up and says, "What's going on in there?" So now he knows what's happened and respond the only rational way I know how: flee the crime scene and leave the country. (Actually unjust went to walmart... same thing basically.)
Now here I am 2 hours later writing out my failure in all its glory. And ill admit it, yes it was funny. It felt like I was on an episode of Nailed It. Never have I felt so close to complete strangers who fail on live T.V. then in this moment as my cake imploded and exploded at the same time. To be honest rarely have I had such an epic fail during one of my bakes. But I'm sure one day, after my death, I think it'll quite amusing to watch a frenzied girl try to hug a cake as determined skittles make their escape into the unknown.
