I Baked a Cake

The universe must be rejoicing at this proclamation; in fact, I think I hear a round of applause from everyone, my husband included. However, don’t get too excited because I didn’t bake from scratch. We’ve had this box of ready-to-mix devil’s food cake for weeks now, and I realized earlier today that it’s expiring very soon. Dad’s been egging me on baking this for them, and I only got that chance [and courage] today.

I had the kitchen all to myself while every one’s away, so I took advantage of the situation. I have yet to start with the actual procedure of baking, and I was already freaking out for the following reasons:

  • We have no non-stick pan suitable for baking. 
  • The list of ingredients requires three eggs, but we only had two left in the refrigerator.
  • We have no whisk nor mixer.

And here’s what I did instead:

  • I used a Pyrex® baking dish. The one Mom uses when baking macaroni.
  • I made use of whatever’s available, hence I settled for two eggs.
  • I used a fork.

If this isn’t the formula for disaster, I don’t know what is. Pre-heating the oven was not an exception. We own a dual-fuel range, and given that I have zero cooking skills, I don’t know how to operate most of our kitchen equipment.

So I tossed all the ingredients into a ceramic bowl as indicated in the directions, mixed them together with a fork, poured the mixture into the glass baking dish, and put it into the oven to bake. According to the instructions, the cake should be done by 30 minutes, else use the toothpick test. When the time was up, I checked its doneness by using a fork (the oven’s too hot, I can’t reach for the dish by using a toothpick), and second-guessed myself, so I waited out for another 15 minutes before turning the oven off.

I couldn’t, for the life of me, pull the dish out from the oven right away. I think I waited for almost an hour before I managed to take it out to let it cool completely. Mom and Dad were surprised to come home to a house that smelled of freshly-baked chocolate cake. I couldn’t believe it myself because it looked decent until we took a bite. It wasn’t a complete disaster; it just wasn’t as moist as you’d expect a cake to be like, but it’s edible. It was a cross between a cake and a brownie—if you can even tell the difference. 

For a first-timer like myself, it was a feat to have done something I’ve never even tried before. It was stressful, but I had fun. The mere fact that the cake didn’t turn out rock-solid was already an achievement! I’m nowhere close to being a good cook [or baker], but I’m proud that I’ve finally conquered my kitchen-o-phobia and rose to the challenge.

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