Progress?...

Welp, yesterday (actually sunday, being it's now technically tuesday) wrapped up my paltry attempt at a week of no sugar. To be quite honest, I was doomed to fail from the beginning (how can you resist this face??). It's August, and since living in NYC, a good third of my diet in the summer is frozen, sweetened dairy. 
On top of that guy was one of my roomie's birthday weekends, and yours truly was anointed as cake baker. The surprisingly moist (used a new recipe with cocoa powder instead of melted bittersweet chocolate) mocha cake with toasted coconut butter cream frosting (with some chocolate/coconut icing for "decoration") was inspired by one of my favorite blogs. And, well, it lived up to its name in a way I did not expect. But I totally messed with its psyche in the first place, dubbing it a "Wreck" and all. 


My inner dialogue throughout the week -- "yea, I'll make it a wreck, but like, on purpose. It'll be the most repulsive looking composition of confectionery edibles but still remain the best cake she's ever eaten, cuz...well...I'm awesome at baking. New recipe, but who cares! I'll whip it up lickety split. No effort, just all the praise. heh heh..." 


Right.

The cake batter resembled chocolate cottage cheese. Baked it anyway to see what would happen...and because I had no other choice. Frosting, good, but face-melting sweet. It was edible, only because the not-so-sweet cake mellowed it out a bit. And as for "wrecking" the decorations, well, they couldn't not be "wrecked" as the cake was still too warm to withstand even the most legit of frosting methods; after about 5 minutes, there was a glacial drift of butter cream all around my ghetto-fab cake platter (cookie sheet). 
O and it broke when I flipped the cake onto the cooling rack. Aaaand no candles. 
Just tea lights. 


Not my best work, to say the least, but a helluva lotta fun to make. 
I have pictures to come. 


So a sugar addict deprived of sugar for a week. It's rigorous. There's an extreme sport in there somewhere... 


Again, not easy when there's, there's the resounding melody of sugary delight echoing on what seems like every corner. It's become the new anthem of my city life, complete with a 30-second duration of winter months starting at the 50sec mark. Bravo. Bra-vo. 
Ahhh, Mr. Softee, never to be confused with this sad ghetto fleet of competitors. 


So remember the true face of summer, kids: this. Not this. 


And as the last few weeks of this blessed summer are spent on roof tops and beaches, keep Mr. Softee in mind when throwing your dance parties.

Over kill, but couldn't resist...