Fast forward a year from my first trial of the 19th birthday cake and there I was, debating whether to buy a cake or make one myself. For the last two years I had been asked “Why are you making your own birthday cake? Shouldn’t someone else be doing that?” and in all honesty, maybe someone else could but should? Nah. Realistically, most of my friends aren’t the cake making type. Regardless, I wanted another go at this triple layered cake and I would not stop until I had it mastered. I felt more confident after starting Mooch back in November since it gave me more baking experience. I started baking both chocolate and red velvet rounds and after six hours in the kitchen, I had seven layers of cake. I made a 6″ cake as well as a 9″ cake both with three layers (yes, I realize I made seven layers of cake, it’ll make sense in a minute). For the 6″, I wanted to try something that I had seen on the internet a week before. The cake was supposed to have vertical layers rather than the usual horizontal ones. In order to do that, I had to cut the centres out of three of the layers and mismatch them so the chocolate layer had red velvet in the centre and vice versa. I realized after cutting the centres out that I was short a chocolate layer! I had planned on baking chocolate cupcakes with the left overs but with this little predicament, I scraped every last drop of batter out of the cupcake liners to make one final layer. To assemble, I made a chocolate Kahlua buttercream frosting and a chocolate gnache. I wanted to add the booze into it to kick it up a notch and boy did it do that! The cake looked fantastic all decorated and all..until I tried to cut into it. I guess I didn’t quite think about how the cake would hold up once it was cut. It ended up falling apart.
Thankfully I made my second cake! It was layered the same (without the finicky vertical layers) with red velvet and chocolate alternating but the chocolate gnache was only on the bottom layer and had Rice Krispies added to it. It gave it a chewy texture and probably would have worked better if I had some chocolate bars on hand; kit kats or coffee crisps would have absolutely made the cake! Anyways, back to reality. As I began to assemble the cake, I felt this rush of accomplishment with each layer I plopped on. This cake was by far my best layered cake! It was almost a shame to cut open and eat because I wanted it to stay as proof of my first layered cake.
I didn’t have a big dinner or birthday party for my twentieth, instead I was treated to an extended weekend of R&R courtesy of Mooch’s “financial advisor” also known to me as my boyfriend. Having that getaway was a fantastic way to start off my twenties and making my first successful layered cake was the cherry on top!