The pinkness! The pinkness!
Oct. 12th, 2009 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo. The chocolate beetroot cake is in the oven. The cat is in the chocolate beetroot cake...
Well, no. Not quite. Not for lack of trying. The cat (you may guess which one; you may have seventeen thousand guesses, should you need them [hint: icon]) made determined efforts to plunge headfirst into the mixing-bowl, as soon as I had added the eggy beetrooty vanilla-y sugary goodness to the chocolatiness of the flour. We compromised, and he is currently licking out the bowl, tho' in a slightly disgruntled fashion. He reminds me of myself, when smaller: when my mother would divide up the bowl and the stirring-spoon between her two nearest or youngest or most annoying offspring - the little licks, we called this - and we would endeavour to persuade her that really it should be the little licks that went into the oven while we got the cake-batter, please...
In other news, the pinkness. I should really have taken photos as I went, because the pinkness of the egg/beetroot/sugar mixture had to be seen; you will not believe a mere verbal report. Also, the pinkness of my fingers.
If it's as nice as it deserves to be, I will post a recipe; otherwise, I'll just post a review.
Now, how to compound an icing out of white chocolate and cream...?
Well, no. Not quite. Not for lack of trying. The cat (you may guess which one; you may have seventeen thousand guesses, should you need them [hint: icon]) made determined efforts to plunge headfirst into the mixing-bowl, as soon as I had added the eggy beetrooty vanilla-y sugary goodness to the chocolatiness of the flour. We compromised, and he is currently licking out the bowl, tho' in a slightly disgruntled fashion. He reminds me of myself, when smaller: when my mother would divide up the bowl and the stirring-spoon between her two nearest or youngest or most annoying offspring - the little licks, we called this - and we would endeavour to persuade her that really it should be the little licks that went into the oven while we got the cake-batter, please...
In other news, the pinkness. I should really have taken photos as I went, because the pinkness of the egg/beetroot/sugar mixture had to be seen; you will not believe a mere verbal report. Also, the pinkness of my fingers.
If it's as nice as it deserves to be, I will post a recipe; otherwise, I'll just post a review.
Now, how to compound an icing out of white chocolate and cream...?