Today was a friend’s birthday and she deserved something nice and pretty. Since she got a pocket knife as a gift, albeit a pretty one, something special was warranted, something girly.
In the last months my dreams were haunted by technicolour cupcakes like those:
When my favourite cooking magazine‘s last edition had a rainbow cake in it I knew I had to try it.
I tweaked the recipe a bit and went for buttercream instead of whipped cream – I just had to call my mother for my grandma’s recipe
The dough had to be divided into five parts, meticulously measured by yours truly, and coloured with simple food colouring.
Then I baked each layer individually, let them cool off and put them atop of each other. Some cherry marmalade went into the middle parts, so the layers stuck more and the cake was a bit juicier.
Not very pretty yet, right? That’s because the layers aren’t evenly thick, a job only achievable by cutting the excesses off – who has the time for that?
That’s right, I don’t! I’ve got buttercream to make!
Already looks nicer, doesn’t it?
You can almost taste the buttery vanilla on the tip of your tongue, can’t you? Thought so.
The best part of the cake: when still uncut it is pretty on the outside, but it’s nothing compared to the beauty you find upon slicing it open. And you can’t say that for many things.
Lookit: All sweet and virgin-y
The fun part was when the birthday-girl saw her cake and happily exclaimed: “Oh look, a princess-cake!”. But then, when it was cut open her reaction was topped and there were “oohs” and “aaahs” galore, what a surprise!
I mean, seriously: Those innards, peeking out of the cream?
Wowiez. Definitely worth the work.
Mmh boy, that was yummy. After this post I really wish I’d taken home another piece… not that there were many left
I could think that it was because the cake was delicious… But I have the nagging suspicion that the guests were only curious to find out if they’d have any similarities with the famous nyan-cat the next morning