For a bit of back story, I offered to bake a cake for Mauricio's birthday party as I really don't know what to give him if I were to go shopping. When Jena and I were brainstorming ideas, she had the marvelous idea that a Tres Leches cake would be fabulous as it is something that is commonly served in Costa Rica (where he's from) and she knows he likes it. I've served Tres Leches cake when I worked in the Mexican restaurant, but I've never made it. Nevertheless, I agreed, and went tripping off to the internet in search of a recipe. I found one that looked like it fit the bill, collected ingredients, and today, set out to bake the cake.
So I baked the cake, that part went fine. Cake was cooked to a beautiful golden brown. I allowed it to cool, as I was supposed to (and went to the gym - yay!). When I got back, I mixed the 3 milks (and rum) and are meant to saturate the cake. There was a distinct moment of looking at the bowl of milk, looking at the cake, not believing that the amount of liquid could possibly be correct, looking at the recipe, looking at the bowl of milk, looking at the cake... you get the picture. Finally, I got brave and started pouring. The next thing I know, the cake is totally covered by the milk in the 13"x9" pan. And immediately after that... the cake floats.
:::Wide eyed nervous squeak:::
At this point, the cake is in the refrigerator, and I am trying very hard to resist the desire to look at it before the necessary 2 hour chilling period is up.
If I botch Mauricio's birthday cake I am going to have one disappointed very scary looking Costa Rican on my hands. And his wife might kill me.
So I baked the cake, that part went fine. Cake was cooked to a beautiful golden brown. I allowed it to cool, as I was supposed to (and went to the gym - yay!). When I got back, I mixed the 3 milks (and rum) and are meant to saturate the cake. There was a distinct moment of looking at the bowl of milk, looking at the cake, not believing that the amount of liquid could possibly be correct, looking at the recipe, looking at the bowl of milk, looking at the cake... you get the picture. Finally, I got brave and started pouring. The next thing I know, the cake is totally covered by the milk in the 13"x9" pan. And immediately after that... the cake floats.
:::Wide eyed nervous squeak:::
At this point, the cake is in the refrigerator, and I am trying very hard to resist the desire to look at it before the necessary 2 hour chilling period is up.
If I botch Mauricio's birthday cake I am going to have one disappointed very scary looking Costa Rican on my hands. And his wife might kill me.
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