October 21st is my grandmother’s birthday. Since it would be a small celebration (for now), I volunteered to make a little cake. I love making pastries, but my self control is too little when it comes to sweet, yummy things, so I don’t make them very often.
That is also why I still haven’t figured out why the oven hates me so much. It either burn things, burns the sides or makes it look plain weird. In this case, the pan proved to be way too small for the amount of dough and it just became a waterfall of dough and making a giant mess.
I *could* save a good chunk of the dough and get it properly baked, but it looked like a cake with a radioactive mutation or something.
It tasted pretty good, tho.