Step one:
Ignore the recommended skill level
(how 'difficult' could it possibly be? It's cake)
Step two:
leave the list of ingredients to purchase at home
because guessing games are fun
Do not substitute heavy whipping cream
with whipped vanilla frosting,
no matter how amusing it is in the texting back-and-forths:
"do you remember what, how much? Is this the thing?"
NO, that is not the thing. Trust me.
Step three:
Don't put it off. You see that estimated time to make,
there, in the corner? It's a lie.
Multiply that by how many times you haven't made it,
because that time is a practice-made-perfect runthrough.
Starting at eight? Get ready for a long night.
Step four:
Learn how to separate eggs by hand.
Actually, learn how to separate eggs with an egg separator,
because you're baking challenged.
Really, if you can learn how to break an egg
without smashing the yolk,
that would be ideal.
Step five:
Admire the perfect yellow domes
nesting against each other
before covering them with flour,
sugar, the like. Whisk.
This is the last time
you'll feel anything like peace
about the task.
Step six:
Hate your stand mixer. (momentarily)
It's only got one bowl,
and you've got to whip the whites in something.
Transfer its contents,
rinse everything,
think
happy thoughts.
Step seven:
Learn how to fold.
Does it matter that it's not consistent?
Probably,
but we'll divide it into the cake pans-
Step eight:
...Which cake pans? These, those,
yes, no?
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Crumpled Paper
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