Last year, I got corralled into making this mosaic table for Mr. Z's class' silent auction and that was a royal pain in my buttock. I had to go into the class, have each kid paint a picture on a tile, go get said tiles fired at the fucking kiln place, then find a goddamn table, buy a shitload of little tiles and some grout, put the whole fucking thing together, go to the auction and then watch as NO ONE placed a goddamn bid on the thing. (And it looked pretty sweet, mind you.) I mean, I did learn how to do mosaics and all... but that's beside the point! I was corralled, dammit!
Well, it happened again. The Room Mother in Mr. Z's class (and that's a whole 'nother post right there... fucking room mothers) called last week and asked if we could "help out" with the end of the year party. I figured, she probably wants me to throw a little cash her way, right? Wants me to buy some streamers, maybe some ding-dongs or some zebra cakes. "No problem, room lady, I'm in." So she says:
ROOM LADY: Great! The party is a Hawaiian theme, so it would be great if you could make a pineapple upside-down cake.
ME: Yobbita-Yobbita-Whuh?!
Pineapple upside-down cake?! I didn't even realize those were real -- I thought it was something Ralph and Norton would take to one of their meetings at the Racoon Lodge on "The Honeymooners" or something. What the shit?! Corralled, once again!!
But I'm a man of my word, so I decided to make the fucking cake. I found a recipe (again, in my incredible "Baking Illustrated" cookbook), got the ingreediments together, and actually started to get fired up. Of course, it called for some odd-sized cake pan that I didn't have, so I dragged Miss O around with me to find one. Kroger? Nope. Target? Nope. Marshall Fields? Nope. Bed, Bath & Beyond? Nope, Nope & Nope. Finally, as Miss O was about to either die of exhaustion or murder me, we found one that was close at fucking Younkers, of all places. Younkers?! Do people even go there?!
Anywhom, got back home, whisked shit, blended shit, whipped shit, sliced shit and baked shit until I came up with this:
Pretty snazzy, huh? And I even used the mosaic skills I learned last year to cement the pineapple in there. It looked a little barren, so I cut up that green construction paper to make a nice little grassy hula skirt thing around it. Sure, I haven't tasted it -- it may well taste like Pine-ASS-le POOPside-Down FAKE, but it looks fucking awesome, doesn't it? I'll just drop it off at the party and then bolt before anyone attempts to choke it down.
No one's going to fucking eat it, anyway. Just like that table that no one bid on. Bastards.
5 comments:
Far out Crabby dad...that's an ace cake there for sure!!! I have to be inventive and make Miss Sarah who will be 5 this 21st of June a Saddle Club cake...or a My Little Pony cake..perhaps I could fly you Down Under and you can be the bakin' man for it? Save me the trouble of trying to lasoo a pony from a nearby paddock and restrain it while it gets baked and shove some candles you know where all decorated like a cake and all, haha.
i love this blog so much. don't be creeped, but i read the whole thing top to bottom after arnie sang its praises. i'm finally caught up and will read it every day 4 eva. ok...THAT was creepy.
anyway, way to go on the cake. it looks hulalightful.
Cazzie -- I'm assuming that "I could fly you Down Under" means you will pay for me to visit Australia and not something else. If so, count me in.
Crescent -- I'm not creeped at all. Hell, I live in my basement and have no friends over the age of 7. Who's the creep?
Your cake kinda looks like those homemade paving stones you use to construct a pathway between the water faucet and the back door in your back yard. I mean that in the best way--it looks like a paving stone that would taste GREAT!
I'll take that as a compliment, Kim. In fact, I would've used the leftover cake for a small stone walkway in the garden but... THERE WAS NO LEFTOVER CAKE! Apparently, they inhaled the shit. Of course, they'll all be doubled over and sleeping in the tub tonight...
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