Thursday, December 6, 2012
One day this week, I had a request for vanilla cake, a sort of 'consolation for having to suffer through the tedious horribleness that is junior high cake,' and since I was working at home that day, it seemed possible. So I dialed up Martha Stewart on the internet and found a recipe that seemed quite simple. The cake turned out. Don't ask me why, I had the desire to make the icing pink. And it's a little too pink, and there wasn't quite enough to go around. But since it was just for us, it seemed okay that the cake showed through. It's just a real, ordinary, homemade thing, which did the trick in so far as filling the request and for being consolatory.
I took a few shots with my Nikon. They're okay. I mean, I didn't linger, we just wanted to eat the cake. And the sun goes down so. very. early. So there wasn't a ton of natural light.
So then I pulled out my phone and the trusty hipstamatic app. (Which is similar to instagram in some ways). And I took a silly number of photos because it was fun. And here they are.
(Sidebar note - did you know that Emily Dickinson was quite a baker?)
(I, quite obviously, am not).