We had a dinner at our church last week and when they sent the food sign-ups around I decided to sign-up to make a bundt cake. I had never made one before and had recently found a bundt cake pan at a local thrift store. It was only 75 cents!
While I was pouring the batter into the pan I noticed that my pan was a little on the small side. I thought "hmm...that's odd. I didn't think bundt pans came in different sizes." and then I popped it in the oven.

A bundt cake has to bake for 40 minutes. I walked past the oven after 10 minutes and saw my cake overflowing. It was everywhere in the oven. It was at that moment that I realized that my bundt cake pan was actually a jello mold. Hello genius! This could rank under the same category as using a weed to make a rhubarb cake (a story for another day...you be quiet Uncle Bobby!) Any-who. I decided since it was already everywhere I would let it finish cooking and see if I could salvage it to make a "mini" bundt cake.

After it cooked, I did the icing how I had been instructed but I cut the hole in my bag a little too big. So my icing came out in large globs instead of nice, pretty thin lines. I put larger spaces inbetween them to make up for the amount of frosting that would be on each slice. Then I put the flowers on. It looked a little funny but not that bad...until I got to church and realized that the cakes were going to be used as centerpieces. Oh great!!! I quietly set mine down on a table and then went and sat a table with some friends...whose bundt cake looked like a million dollars compared to mine.

As the meal was winding down and some were ready for dessert one of the guys (who is totally funny and ususally making jokes) we were sitting with looked around the room and said something to the effect of "look at the frosting on that cake." I instantly burst up laughing. With a good response he kept up the jokes about the cake but I was laughing so hard by now I was crying and couldn't even hear him anymore. I looked at my friend and her husband who knew it was my cake and they were both crying from laughter as well.

That's about the time I hear Karl lean over to the guy and say "that's Sadie's cake". Oh that poor guy. He probably wanted to die. We were laughing so hard we had everyone in the room looking at us.

Needelss to say this poor guy spent the rest of the evening trying to make it up to me. He went and ate some of my cake, apologized a ton, kissed my feet (not really). I was so not offended. I'm not an easily offended person. That was classic, something I will tease him about forever.

A few days later he showed up at my house with a brand new bundt cake pan, some cake mix and frosting with a note that read...
Sadie,
Thanks for not getting "Bundt" out of shape about my comments on the cake frosting. This will help you try again.

I was laughing as I opened the door. I decided to give it another try. Amazing how something turns out the way it should when you cook it in the right pan. My little frosting critic received my first "real" bundt cake as a thank you. I didn't want him to think I couldn't cook!

This is my not so great first cake....