Attack of the Killer Cake

So, since I'm half of 50 now, I've been on this kick of trying to improve myself and learn new things. I've just been feeling so stuck in life lately that I want to do new things. First, I'm almost positive that I will be applying for the MSS program (Master's of Social Science)... if no baby comes. ( I know Jake is cringing if he reads this). Next, I want to learn German. Why German? Because they get to hock and spit a lot when they talk, and I LIKE it. And one new thing is also cooking. I've been blessed to have such a wonderful husband who does a lot of the cooking, and I've been spoiled. So far, in the almost three years we've been married, I have only cooked a total of like 10 different dishes. I usually don't even get home until after 7 so it makes it hard to want to make something complicated.So I made a goal to cook one new thing a week.

Last week, it was cake. I HATE cake, I've always hated it. Jake's favorite thing in the WORLD happens to be yellow cake with chocolate frosting (I just don't get it). It's so funny - on his birthday in the past, I've made him bake his OWN cake because I hate it so much. But I decided to try and be domestic and an actual wife, so this was my attempt. I even was adventurous and tried to make it TWO layers. I am blaming it on cold frosting. I know the good cooks of you out there are cringing (yes Di, I didn't learn).... The funny thing is that Jake ending up eating this mess.