Spice Cake

I am no chef.
With one exception, sweet food. It's the only kind of food that I eat.
My friend Alec is also probably destined to be a victim of diabetes. One day we decided to make a cooking show.

We cook lovely things from scratch, blueberry scones, coffee cake, cookies, and most recently Spice Cake.
The cake was a great triumph. It looked visually appealing, the frosting and strawberries were delicious, the batter became a moist sweet cake. Except...we made it for a friend who had journeyed over to Vermont and was due to return that day. He didn't come.
The poor cake was sentenced to a stint in the fridge wrapped in plastic. When we finally sliced into it it was hard and the frosting was halfway frozen. The strawberry juice mixed with the sugar topping and turned into slimy sticky goop.
Our friend didn't try it.
Nonetheless, we had a good time.

Maybe we should actually film next time?