The boy wants a fire engine cake. And I’m here to tell you — there is no way to get frosting to an appropriate level of red by using beets. I started there — really, I did — hoping to make a cake that he could eat, start-to-finish. But when I asked him yesterday, a bit casually, if he would mind having a pink fire engine, the answer was such an emphatic NO that I realized we were doomed to veer right, down that road-to-destruction called “FD&C Red.”
And so we did. One small bottle, a tube of gel, and half a large bottle. With beet juice to boot. And you wanna know the truly horrifying part? It’s still not red.
So, I’ll be scraping the hot pink red off of his piece. And offer to do the same for any other moms who might be alarmed by the color (I’ll have a bowl of plain white icing to substitute).
My hands were tied, right?
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