Sorry I got delusional there for a minute. Sometimes I actually think that Ree might be reading my blog....who knows maybe...lets just say she is...secretly. I'm a glass is half full kinda girl. And what if she does? I don't know...then she does, and I will be happy that she knows I took the time to cook all the recipes she so painstakingly put to print!
No! My delusions are not so GRAND, as to think that I would write a book about the experience, and then someone would make a movie out of it. The book would be painfully boring....BUT the movie might be somewhat entertaining....not that much really, unless you are a blogger, cooking, freak like myself.
So now that I REALLY got off on a bunny trail....hey Easter is just around the corner and I actually found these at the store yesterday....
I had to restrain myself and only buy 5 bags...the other two are already in the candy dish. In case you were counting my bags, and questioning my math.
Ok bunny trail again. So this cake was FABulous! Caramely and spicy, and moist. Perfect for breakfast or late night snacking or early afternoon coffee, or maybe after steak fajita dinner (which is how we are having it).
I keep saying "Iny", in my head. Now I keep thinking... Iny-Hiney, Iny...Hiney...maybe, I have hiney on the brain, because MY hiney is going to be very large by the end of this project!
Although the frosting got a bit possessed and freakish on me. I got scared and screamed and just about dropped my camera on my toe, but I caught it. After the frosting and I calmed down...and turned out marvelous. The frosting turned out marvelous, not me...
Just so you know you can't taste buttermilk in the frosting at all, if the buttermilk thing scares you.
I have heard of people having a buttermilk phobia, so just in case you are a buttermilkaphobic no worries...you will never know that there is a lick of buttermilk in the frosting. Speaking of licking I licked the pan, and the spatula clean. Then later I saw my reflection in a mirror and realized I had Iny's frosting on my forehead....from sticking my head in the pan...sad but, true.