So it’s Friday night. I’m tired. I also recently decided to take my second ever snowboarding lesson the following day (aka second ever day of falling on my ass on a mountain multiple times in a row). I also have a potluck dinner on Saturday evening.
So I’m spending Friday night in the kitchen (I did also manage to complete my system dynamics homework somehow) and I’m making Caramel Cake with Caramelized Butter Frosting. Next thing I know; it’s 10 pm, my apartment smells delicious and I have eaten caramel sauce for dinner (read = not a good idea, maybe my mom was right about that balanced meal thing).
Aside from a minor stomachache, this cake was a great learning experience for me.
