After my last baking disaster, I was contacted by a Betty Crocker representative. I’m not sure if there is a correlation or not, but nonetheless.
She directed me to a site where you get help making birthday cakes (since clearly, I needed some). It seemed too easy. You can make princess bakes, butterflies, jeans and more.
So, being the brave sole that I am, I decided to make a butterfly cake. And, by I, I mean, I instructed my sister to make it. Aunt Emily loves to bake with #1…so while I ran to the store to exchange some pants I got as an early Christmas present (my mom thinks I’m A LOT smaller than I am)…wait, where was I? That’s right. The cake.
So, we made a birthday cake for Jesus. She baked it.