Please be advised before you delve any further in: this post does NOT contain a recipe. It only tells the tale of the lengths I will go to for a friend.
Prepare to be amazed. You'll all be clamoring to be my friend now, won't you?
I don’t mean to brag on myself but sometimes I can be an awesome friend.
I’m certain that comment will necessitate some backing up. I mean, if you know me at all, you would agree it’s TOTALLY true. But if you don’t, it may seem a bit arrogant.
OK, even if you know me, it may (ok, WILL) seem a bit arrogant.
Not my intention, but I can see how it might come off that way.
Well, a few weeks back, a friend of mine turned 40 (I am so glad I have her to go through these things before me!) and not one to have people make any sort of fuss, I made sure not to.
OK, maybe a teeny, tiny bit. But that was all…I am in the market to be an awesome friend, not a friend who does what they want to do in the name of showing love to their friend. She did not want a big hoop-te-do, so I didn’t give her one.
But I will confess that I toyed with the idea. We even had a party at her house less than two weeks before her birthday. It was an Ugly Hawaiian Shirt Party…yes, and I did not post pictures or blog about it either. By the time I got to it, the spontaneity had passed and so had my verve to tell you lovely people about it. My utmost apologies…
Here's a family photo of the Always Random Family, just to make you feel better about not getting the whole scoop.
|Yes, I had a dress...so technically I did not fulfill my own "Ugly Hawaiian SHIRT" requirements...|
but we only spent a total of $5.48 to outfit the four of us...so there is that.
I have digressed…
Prior to the party, I thought, “Wouldn’t that be the best surprise party ever? Get her to clean her own house for her party?”
And it totally would have been the best, but because I love my friend and I wanted to continue being friends, I resisted the temptation to do what I wanted.
In fact, I went beyond that. I ate Angel Food Cake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream (aka strawberry shortcake).
I know…some of you just threw up a little bit in your mouths right there, right? Don't worry...it makes me a little bit gaggy too.
But, it is her favorite birthday cake.
That fact right there almost ended the friendship...but I try not to judge people on such superflous details (this is not really a superfluous detail, but sometimes I just like to use that word).
And since I had gained such info on the sly (via someone in her house who shall remain nameless…I provide confidentiality to all my sources if they ask for it), I could not let on that I knew her secret.
Yeah…it’s that mind-blowing to me, I shall from hence forth refer to it as “DK’s Little Secret”.
So…since I knew DK’s Little Secret, I had to do SOMETHING with the information. I mean come on…information that juicy doesn’t pop up all that often.
OK, not really juicy, but the fact that I was continuing to maintain a friendship with her was a nothing short of mind-blowing.
I knew that she and I were getting together with some other friends a couple weeks AFTER her birthday, so I decided to wait until then.
Have I told you that I’m not really a patient person? Yeah…true confessions: I’m not a patient person.
But I had to wait.
Wait to eat something which I knew I would not like.
Oh, the anticipation just about killed me.
Such sacrifices for friends.
Finally, the day arrived and I broke out my box of Angel Food Cake mix from Aldi. Cause that's how I roll.
And my pan.
Whoops...had not thought about that one. I did not have an Angel Food Cake pan so I used a bundt pan, because how different could it be, right?
If you know me at all, you know that I have a bundt pan.
Two of them, in fact.
When I read the directions on the box about only needing to add water, I thought I might be able to fall in love.
Then I read the part about how to cool it. I'm sorry...do what with the cake?
I was convinced that there was a typo on the box. I was so convinced that I went a Googled it.
Nope…the box directions were seemingly correct. Imagine that.
In case you're new to this whole "Angel Food Cake baking business," let me take a moment and fill you in. I always love to impart wisdom (aka drop some knowledge) on my lovely readership.
As soon as the Angel Food Cake comes out of the oven, you (assuming you're the baker in the scenario...it would be the "vous" form of "you" if this were written in French; actually I don't really know if that part is true, but doesn't it sound smart?) turn it upside down on a bottle to cool.
I'm going to say that again, lest you missed it in my digressing: you turn it upside down on a bottle to cool.
I had visions of hot Angel Food Cake falling all over my counter and the floor.
But no…it actually worked.
And (bonus) I got to use a bottle given to me by none other than DK herself.
Everyone say, “Awwww…”
So…the cake came out just swimmingly. Well, as far as I know…but (and I believe that this is self-explanatory here, but as one would expect, I'm saying it anyway) what would I know about an Angel Food Cake being good?
|Just in case you were wondering what an Angel Food Cake from a bundt pan looks like...|
And now I have a confession: it wasn’t terrible. I MIGHT even be persuaded to eat it again.
I mean, it wasn't terrible as far as desserts which have fruit AND the added "bonus" (which I also like to call "silliness") of no chocolate.
As an aside, the box mix said I could add cocoa powder to the Angel Food Cake mix…but I didn’t…lest I remind you this was about DK and not me. It’s hard being an awesome friend.
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