Oh no. My sister and I usually enter the Peqap Angel Food Cake Contest at the fair, but this year it did not happen. We woke up early. We baked a cake. It was all going smoothly.
And then, when we flipped it over to put it on the little doily thing, whadoodoodoop (you know, the cartoon sound made when a balloon is deflating). The entire cake slumped down and wrinkled. Nooooo.
We are sad. Our lemon butter-cream frosting even turned well. And the purple flowers added the perfect contrast.
We couldn't enter it though; not when it would be up against the perfect cakes of 90 year old prize winning professional baker grannies. Everyone would ask who baked that thing on the end? That sagging lumpy mess?
Sigh, all that effort for naught.