This morning, at 6:30am, my oldest told me that she wanted cake for breakfast. Of course, I said, “No, we’re having waffles with strawberries!”
Are you kidding? That sounds yucky to you? Whatever. “Well, that’s what we have so I guess that’s what you’ll have to eat. We can’t just eat cake whenever we want, can we now?”
Me = hypocrite. I eat cake when the girls aren’t looking for breakfast, lunch and dinner and every snack in between all the time. But…she’s little. I’m mom. And there is nothing wrong with waffles with strawberries for breakfast. She ate, grudgingly. And I stared at her. Then I caved. “Okay, we’ll make a cake.” Maybe we’ve been over this before, but I am a sucker…and she did eat her waffles.
I didn’t have half the stuff I needed to bake a cake, so off we went, to the grocery store. Then home again, home again, jiggity jig.
1. I’m not a huge fan of banana’s, but the two monkey’s that live with me 24/7 are. So I decided to do a cake with banana’s.
2. I really like chocolate, so that was another must.
3. There is no three. It’s cake time.
I decided to go with Chocolate Banana’s Foster Cake. Kid 1 had picked it out last week, but I never got around to baking it.
It was a quick bake too, which with two kids, is always a plus. Now, I’m not sure if my banana mixture was right. It didn’t thicken and I can only assume that it was meant to get thick. However, even with the runny-ish mixture…
This cake. Is. Incredible. More than incredible. If it wasn’t so incredibly rich, I’d eat the whole thing in one sitting.
Okay, you caught me. I am terrible at frosting cakes. I prefer cakes that don’t require it, but this one did. I just can never get it right. Oh well, it’s going to be eaten anyways right? It doesn’t need to look pretty. Neither of my kids cared that it was crazy looking.
If you do one thing for yourself this week, make this cake. Goodness it’s good. And, it won’t ignite your kitchen on fire…that’s a plus. My oldest is right, we should eat cake all the time.