Today I used my highly tuned cooking judgement to go ahead and ice the lopsided 4 layer cake.
You know, the one that has the lemon curd between layers, making the layers slide all over the place even though pinned with skewers.
You know, the one that uses 9 eggs between the lemon curd and the cake.
You know, the one that has left me an awful lot of egg whites which cannot be made into meringue right away because it's too damp.
You know, the one that called for 4 pans to bake the cake mixed from scratch with the inevitable separately beaten egg whites folded in to give a beautiful lift...
you know, the ones that came out only slightly thicker than a pancake.
you know, the ones that came out slightly different sizes as those were the only pans I had.
you know, the one that looks like the Leaning Tower of Pi.
I will also apply my amazing skills at finding excuses when I go to cut the cake and discover the density of the cake requires a hacksaw or a jack-hammer to cut it.
(at least I know the icing is delicious - I licked the beaters and bowl)