When the required time was up I looked in the oven and couldn't believe my eyes; it had really puffed up, almost to the point of running out of the pan. I took it out. I set it on the counter to cool. Regretfully, I didn't take a photo at that time. After all, how bad could it be? Hubby took one look at it and said; "It's going to shrink." "Yes," I said. I didn't want to watch.
I went back in an hour or so. This is what met my eyes:
You can't really get a good idea of how ummm...short it is because of the perspective, but let's just say it's pretty flat, too.
Hubby took one look at it and said what was on my mind too.
"Oh, you made a dog bone cake."
Yeah. Ha!
No more gelatin in cake mixes for me.
2 comments:
it don't really matter what it looks like, it's the taste that counts, how did it taste?
are ya all over your cold?
Bummer! I hate when stuff doesn't turn out!
Oh, well! Did it still taste yummy?
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