Last week, I gave the kids in car pool a choice … strawberry cupcakes or a Hummingbird Cake. Hummingbird Cake won hands down, no doubt because they had no idea what it was. I love the adventurous spirit … we could all use a little more of that sometimes.
Of course, midway through making the darn thing, I was cursing letting the kids make the choice to begin with. I can count on one hand (and have fingers leftover) how many times I have made a double layer cake, let alone a triple layer cake, which this was. I was trying to hurry the process along so I could get the kids off to bed and the layers were sliding all over the place. I also r-e-a-l-l-y suck at frosting layered cakes. Truly.
I was tempted to skip the cream cheese-based frosting and going with my to-die-for buttercream, but I ended up keeping with the original recipe. It took great restraint, I assure you. By the time I was done, the frosting was soft and the cake ultra-messy. I slid the plate into the refrigerator and herded the kids upstairs. I was sure the next morning would be a sad one indeed, with a lopsided, unedible cake waiting for me in the fridge. As I got Nick ready to head out the door, I snuck a little piece. What? Is there a problem with cake for breakfast? It has fruit in it! Besides, I wanted to see how terrible it was.