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Pride Cake

Cute enough to deserve my Kate Spade plates.
Well, actually, it was for a friend's birthday, but World Pride is happening here in Toronto, so it seemed doubly appropriate.  I used this Duff cake mix, and I'm pretty happy with the results. (Fun Fact- I can't get on the Duff website from my office- apparently they think I'm looking for porn when I'm looking for cake mixes.  Great.)



I never use mixes, being a frankly fabulous baker in my own right, but this one just looked cute, so I picked it up.  The cake was quite delicious, but didn't taste homemade.  You may have noticed that it's only one layer- that's because the other layer sort of, well, fell apart when I tried to flip it out of the pan. I forgot how delicate cake mix cakes are!

All in all, I think the best part of the mix was the tinting and pouring instructions.  I'll probably try this again with a scratch cake the next time a rainbow cake is called for, though I can't imagine when that will be.  Maybe if I ever have Jesse Jackson over for dinner?
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