Today is the 3rd birthday of my favorite quilt shop. In honor of this wonderful event, I made a cake. Isn't it beautiful?
It is a French vanilla bundt cake made with butter, milk and fresh eggs from the hen house. It made my whole house smell divine as it was baking last night.
In order to prevent any unwanted creatures from noshing on this gateau, I had to cover it. The glaze was still a bit sticky so I had to find something that would elevate the cover off the cake. Hmmm, what to do, what to do. Aha! Spaghetti! Of course. Poking twelve sticks of spaghetti into the cake I was able to then drape a clean dish towel over the top. Problem solved, I went to bed.
This morning I woke up to find that (Duh!) the spaghetti had absorbed the moisture from the cake and each stick had broken at the place where cake and pasta met. The towel had then dropped onto the cake, taking parts of the glaze with it as I lifted it off. Perfect. You can't see those parts in my carefully staged photo, but they are there, trust me.
There is now a new, pasta-free cake on the counter waiting for a dusting of powdered sugar to take to my friends. I hope my family likes spaghetti cake.