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.