Call me morbid, but every time I make red velvet cake, I think about how it looks like a bakery crime scene.
(You should click to enlarge the photos and truly experience the gruesomeness that IS red velvet cake.)
Especially when my favorite batter-scooping-spoon is nowhere to be found, and I have to improvise, filling cupcake holders with a small ladle.
It ain’t pretty.
It’s like Halloween in April over here today.
Kari Apted is a writer and speaker residing in Georgia with her husband, three sons, and an ever-changing menagerie of pets. She writes a humorous weekly parenting column for The Covington News and freelances for various publications.more»