Make make make make a caaa-aaake.

After reading the title, if you are now humming the pancake song I love you and want to be your BFF Jill and braid your hair and talk about boys with you. If you aren't humming the pancake song I will share it with you now: The Pancake Song. Let me know when you're humming along.

Anyway, that diversion out of the way, this is what I did one rainy afternoon this week - I decided to make a checkerboard cake.

(Stew, look! I have met and befriended horizontal rule! eHarmony has nothin' on you, my friend. We're getting along fabulously and plan on buying a home together soon.)





I decided to use two cake mixes, a devil's food and a white one tinted pink.


(We also had French bread with dinner that night.)

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Then I prepared the pans and the special, magical, plastic doohicky that transforms any cake mix into checkerboardy goodness.

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Nonner helped. He finds me vastly entertaining whislt I bake.



(Bumbo seat - best baby invention ever.)

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Mmmm....cake batter.

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Here are the three pans, ready to go in the oven.

Bull's eye!

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Here they are out of the oven.


Paul said they looked like boobs.

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Since I used two cake mixes, I had enough of each left over to make swirly cupcakes. But only 7 swirly ones and one plain pink one. I ate the pink one first so it didn't feel left out any longer than it had to.

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And four days later, this is all that remains of the checkerboard cake. I could've sworn I took a picture of the completed cake, but I can't find it on the laptop anywhere.


I guess it's a good thing my family is still noshing on the forty-leven cupcakes I made on Wednesday, otherwise there wouldn't even be a piece of this cake left.




I should probably throw it out now. It growled at me when I took the cover off.