I jumped on the bandwagon, everyone. After months of trying to fight it, I finally tried the “it” cake trend that’s been all over Instagram: the drip cake. It was my friend’s birthday, and I decided to make her a funfetti cake with the drip down the sides:
I know the drips are supposed to look totally carefree and like you just kind of threw them on there, but they are as opposite as you can get to carefree. In fact, they are quite stress inducing. You gotta drip the pink chocolate down the side enough so that it actually drips, but not too much so that it spills all the way down to the bottom of the cake. Because you know what happens if it gets all the way down to the bottom of the cake? I cry.
I presented the cake to my friend and she was happy with it, so even though my drips weren’t perfect, I guess that means it was a success.
We only ran into one problem, and that was the actual cake cutting. My friend took the wheel and said she’d cut the slices for everyone while I dished out the ice cream. I honestly didn’t even notice what she was doing until one of her kids happened to look over, see her handiwork, and freak the heck out. She started screaming, “Turn that away from me! It’s horrible!! I can’t even handle it!”
I turned the cut side toward me and witnessed this:
I literally cannot wrap my head around how my friend managed to cut the cake in this way. I don’t even think I’d be able to achieve this if I tried. It’s just amazing.
And before you tell me I’m a horrible person for publicizing this, you must know that the only reason I’m even blogging about this is because my friend told me to (well, her and her husband who was pretty adamant). She even said I could reveal her identity, but I love her too much to expose her. I don’t think she understands just how ugly social media can get when exposed to an abomination of this scale.