I like this part of cake better than the finished part. The pans are cooling on the counter, the kitchen smells like three different things at once, and you can still choose what the whole thing is going to be.
A neapolitan-style cake for a birthday at the end of the week. Three different batters, three different pans, all of them coming out at different times and getting turned out onto whatever plate or board was free. I stacked them after they cooled just to see what it would look like. The colors made me unreasonably happy - the pink and the brown and the pale yellow, like three old-fashioned ice cream scoops.
I didn’t frost them that day. That was for later. Some baking is about the waiting.
