Kiki and Dirt are staying with me this week, which means only one thing: I reek of his cigars I'm baking a lot. It's been a while, and I keep screwing up. My kitchen trash is packed with buried evidence.
Making a layer cake, I failed to notice that the oven rack was ajar. 30 minutes later, I pulled out two severely sloped cakes. Surveying my options, I decided to stack them as is, each mirroring the slope of the other.
"Wow! How did you ever get the center stripe of frosting to go diagonally?" Kiki cooed. "You're so talented!"