Lucky for me, honey is sweet and tasty and it’s the thought that counts…my honey bee cake for John’s birthday party last night was a total disaster. This is what it was supposed to look like courtesy of http://aristolafood.blogspot.com…And this is what it actually looked like…Wha-wha The only redeeming aesthetic quality was the fondant and almond honey bees. They were very cute, but had they been placed in the center of the cake, they would have drowned. John suggested poking a hole in the center to drain the pool. It’s hard to even say what caused the pool in the first place. It was either the burning or the scraping.
As a child, I thought my mother was this great cook who never burnt anything. Then one day I caught her bent over the sink with a serrated knife scraping a black piece of toast brown again. I had been duped for years; why couldn’t I pull this off for one night? So taking a page from my mother’s waste-not cookbook, I scraped the top right off that cake.
And beyond a burnt bite here and there, the cake tasted nothing like it looked. What was left of the cake was moist and chocolaty with the added and distinct flavor of honey. Slightly different from the average chocolate cake, it was extremely sweet but delicious. I’ll definitely take another crack at it. And everyone with the exception of my father, who kept asking what was with that pool in the center, tried a piece. But who really cares about cake when the company is so cute?