Once upon a time CeCe decided to bake a cake. CeCe was known throughout the land as the Pie Lady. Her pies were delicate concoctions of fruit, cream, and flaky crusts. It had taken her years to perfect her technique, and she often presented her pies as gifts to friends and family. People from far and wide cherished her apple and pumpkin creations.
“Why not a cake?” she asked herself. “All it takes is flour, eggs, and a little mixing. If I can bake a pie, I can do this.”
CeCe perused the famed internet in search of a cake recipe. Since it was Easter, carrot cake seemed like the perfect sweet delight, so she journeyed to the market for carrots, butter, cream cheese, and eggs.
After donning her yellow apron, CeCe set upon the task of shredding carrots. She had learned from her fairy godmother, Ina Garten the Barefoot Contessa, to not attempt this in a food processor. It would make the carrots watery, so CeCe completed the chore without injury. Alas, orange carrot juice splattered the counters and cabinets. She wiped them down quickly as to not stain her worn little kitchen.
CeCe followed the recipe precisely. She found the perfect one that did not include walnuts, raisins, or pineapple in it, for her husband Sir Rock was not fond of such ingredients.
Her white Kitchenaide hummed with delight as she added the fixings for her cake. CeCe then cut round pieces of parchment paper and sprayed her pans. The batter was divided evenly between them and then were carefully placed in her warm oven.
While the cakes filled the house with delightful smells, CeCe set out butter and cream cheese for the frosting.
Later that afternoon after the cakes cooled, CeCe’s Kitchenaide again sang with rich and gooey ingredients. “Five to six cups of confectioner’s sugar! Oh my,” CeCe exclaimed. She tried to remember her fairy godmother Ina Garten the Barefoot Contessa’s wise advice as she iced the cake. Unfortunately, the icing seemed a bit runny. “Wow, I could have added even more sugar!” she thought, but it was too late. Her cake didn’t look at all like the picture on the recipe. “Oh well,” CeCe said. “Hopefully it tastes better than it looks.” She then placed the finished cake in the refrigerator.
The next day CeCe’s family gathered for an Easter brunch. Her sister the ever cheerful Queen Ann shared her joy of the season with pans of spicy sausage egg casserole and baked french toast. The crooked cake was placed among the other sweet delights. CeCe thought nobody would touch her sad dessert, but she was mistaken. Her family oohed over the cake’s delectable taste. It may have looked cockeyed, yet the inside was filled with love and ooey gooey joy.
Later that day CeCe contemplated her attempt at cake. She thought, “I tried something new. I didn’t bake the perfect cake, but sometimes perfect isn’t the end goal. Sometimes perfect isn’t even in the picture. Something that looks crooked may contain the most wonderful jubilance. I may try another cake in the future, but for now I think I will stick to pie.”
So CeCe the Pie lady sighed. She then settled in for a lovely nap and dreamed of flaky crust.
“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness” – Leo Tolstoy
Mom’s Best Carrot Cake