Amazingly, I had some thin mints left over from yesterday. I thought about hiding them in the freezer but then I found "thin mint cake" while googling and I was all "F--k the freezer! These shits are going in the blender!"

(Ed note: many things are referred to as "these shits" at my casa. Matching socks, "Mad Men" box sets, your moms. Not many of them end up in the blender, however.)
I knew something was up when I took the cakes out of the oven. I mean, this looks like a rack full of Crabby Patties not something you'd want to eat.
Then there was the issue of icing. "Chocolate Cream"? What the f--k is that supposed to be anyway? (Don't say anything about Tay Zonday follow up songs. I'm too tired to consider that anything but annoying at this point.)

I ended up just making chocolate whipped cream. It was ok, I guess. But, see, I couldn't even make it look attractive. The cake resembles a badly deformed Muppet. And, honestly, who wants to eat Animal roadkill?


There's no "cross section" photo because the damn thing fell apart when I cut into it. Also, it wasn't even vaguely minty.
Am I finished bitching about this cake now? Yes. Am I going to drink some more coffee after I hit the "publish post" button? You bet your sweet bippy!
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