So when not baking, Chantelle and I PLAN. Cause that's what we do. Plan. Birthdays, parties, get-togethers, dinners, club activities, etc. We also vow to never go through the same hell again after every event, and yet. ...anyhow.
So for our first joint venture to be featured on this blog, we provided the dessert for a friend's birthday party we helped host down at the restaurant Kabuki in Hollywood.
It was his 21st, and he requested booze-filled dessert.
(Note: Sorry about the picture quality. Our camera was being retarded again...)We gladly accommodated and made him a rum cake. Using half a bottle of Bacardi Gold Rum.
It was a 2-step process. Chantelle prepared the rum balls, composed entirely of rum, cocoa powder, vanilla wafers, and light corn syrup...and that's pretty much it. They were made a day beforehand, as the rum seeps through more to add flavor while it sits. We estimate that each bite had about 1/3 of a shot in it.
Then the night before the party, we made the actual cake. We made 2 batches to ensure we had enough for the 21 (somehow turned into 25) guests attending. The base was a box of yellow cake mix (we were pressed for time...we're busy party planners), eggs, flour, and lots and lots of rum. Chantelle got to carve the the entire thing with her brand new shiny sharp knives (she was very excited :)).
(NOTE BY CHANTELLE: Beautiful HENKELS knife...sooo beautiful. I want to marry it...anywhoos back to Julia's post.)
And because that only used up 1/4 bottle of rum, we decided...time to glaze. So that's where another 1/4 of the rum went. The glaze made the cake that much more potent simply because there was no evaporation in this process (oops!).
We arranged the cake in a circular pattern with the rum balls in the center. The rum balls were brown and looked like shit, and from then on we referred to them as rum shit. But hey, they still tasted amazing.
So we hit up the grocery store cause...yeah. Poop atop of yellow cake is not that appealing. So we bought a cantalope ($.66 at Ralph's! :D) and some strawberries and decorated it.

Turned out well, right? =P Well, just take out the blurriness (damned retarded camera...) and it'll look just SPECTACULAR.
The nice (and cute) waiters provided us some candles, and cake was served. (Clever waiters. They saw the cake and immediately identified it as rum cake. We left them a few slices for the help.)
We wanted to celebrate by finishing up that last half of the rum (collecting money is a stressful thing) but decided sobriety was preferable in our current state. @__@
Also, Cakeshot has claimed its second victim tonight. Though our first victim was present, he remained safe. Can't say the same for another, who shall remain unnamed, who had one bite too many and couldn't stop giggling for a good 30 minutes.
Mission accomplished?
'Til next time!
Note by Chantelle: I will get a better camera one of these days. Once I get straight A's I'll have a awesome camera that won't be as retarded and temperamental as the one I have now. Promise.
<3 Caketender Julia (& Chantelle!)









