Hubbie had a great family idea for us to do today.
I got the supplies accordingly at the supermarket yesterday, but to be honest I didn’t need a lot.
And after lunch today, we all got together to make…
But… it was one of those super easy, boxed ones. 😉
He thought it would be a good thing to do, minus the 17 steps I usually take when I get motivated and creative to do something out of a Jamie or Nigella book, or as is the case recently, Marion’s socials.
And had we gone that path, I know my OCD would have kicked in majorly, and I would have been bossing them about and then ordering them out of the kitchen like nobody’s business.
But I let go, and let them decide. This was literally 3 steps.
We all took turns adding the bare basics ingredients to a bowl… mixing them with electric beaters… then pouring it all into the pan to bake.
Less than an hour later it came out of the oven, icing was provided, and baby girl went on a frenzy applying sprinkles.
The end result:
I thought it might be heavy and sickly sweet, but surprisingly it wasn’t, and tasted quite good.
The only problem now is we have all this cake, and no one to share it with!
Anyone wanna move in next door? We can trade food over the fence. 🤣🍰