So I actually managed to kick myself in the ass and made a passion fruit bundt cake. But somehow I decided to like, forget how to do anything correctly and I've fucked it up...
For whatever reason, I skipped adding my wet ingredients after creaming the butter and sugar and instead started adding my dry stuff... I got almost halfway through before it suddenly occurred to me that hey, this doesn't look right what's going on?.... What the hell brain, I don't think I've fucked up a cake this bad ever.
I still finished mixing it and panned it up, but its less a cake batter and more like, a wet cookie dough almost. I either fucked it royally or maybe this recipe is just messed up.
It's in the oven now, so I guess I'll find out in about 25 min if it's edible... Been almost 20 minutes and it's not risen much at all...
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I'm so glad you made it!
I absolutely get the stupid baking mistakes that then make you think you messed the entire thing up. I hope it came out ok? Sometimes order of operations really fucks everything up, and sometimes it doesn't make a difference.
How did it end up? If it's messed up does it taste ok at least? I'm so curious about passion fruit bundt cake in general and the baker in me needs details haha.
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Ever After High, from the nominal television show
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[id text: There are two kinds of people in this world: those who believe there are two kinds of people in this world and those who are smart enough to know better.]