I think the night I laughed the hardest was the Thursday we gathered at Brad and Chris Dent's house for Chris's birthday party...which he incidentally missed most of.
The five of us present (Ben, Grace, Brad, Lyndee, and me, Katie) gorged ourselves on egg, bacon, and cheese sandwiches with homemade rolls and then combined all our baking know-how to make an authentic Black Forest Cherry Cake. We used the recipe that I had saved from having been in the Black Forest in 2004, but that meant all the ingredients and instructions were written for Europeans - metric and such. We followed the recipe to the letter though, relying on Google to clarify that gelatin leaves can actually be substitued with so much powder gelatin and that corn-flour is just another name for corn starch. Who knew?
The crowning feat of making the cake though was the whipped cream. Using only heavy whipping cream, a whisk and our brute strength, we formed a relay team to accomplish the feat. When one person wearied, he threw the whisk at the next person in line and then ran around the table to be in the back of the line. As the mixture became thicker, we passed the baton, er, whisk, faster and faster until we were all just running around the kitchen table. The whipped cream was made though, and the cake constructed. Here's a final picture:
The five of us present (Ben, Grace, Brad, Lyndee, and me, Katie) gorged ourselves on egg, bacon, and cheese sandwiches with homemade rolls and then combined all our baking know-how to make an authentic Black Forest Cherry Cake. We used the recipe that I had saved from having been in the Black Forest in 2004, but that meant all the ingredients and instructions were written for Europeans - metric and such. We followed the recipe to the letter though, relying on Google to clarify that gelatin leaves can actually be substitued with so much powder gelatin and that corn-flour is just another name for corn starch. Who knew?
The crowning feat of making the cake though was the whipped cream. Using only heavy whipping cream, a whisk and our brute strength, we formed a relay team to accomplish the feat. When one person wearied, he threw the whisk at the next person in line and then ran around the table to be in the back of the line. As the mixture became thicker, we passed the baton, er, whisk, faster and faster until we were all just running around the kitchen table. The whipped cream was made though, and the cake constructed. Here's a final picture:
If that weren't enough though, the night continued to gain hilarity. After enjoying our well-earned dessert (and singing Happy Birthday to Chris), we entered a period of...well, creativity. Someone must have decided that it would be interesting to see what the boys looked like with our long hair, so the following pictures were taken. Brandy or no, I have never laughed so hard.
Chris and Brad don Grace's long hair and Ben sports Lyndee's. It will be hard to top that night in my book!
2 comments:
I think the ironic things about that night were that Chris ended up having an electric mixer that we didn't know about and don't Brad and Ben look dang cute?
Oh that's right! I forgot about the mixer revelation after it was all said and done. And Brad lived there!
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