I really like to bake, and have actually worked as a baker and in a very creative pastry shop, and though I unfortunately have never had much to do with the decorating process, my experiences (and years of ginger bread house designing) have left me with enough skills to fare at least decent in the bread and pastry area.
Nevertheless, every time I make brownies my suegra nicely consoles me after once again she thinks my cake has failed to rise.
"They're supposed to be like that" is often not a very convincing argument.
So you can bet I was nervous about making red velvet cake, because often my baking does not go over with people who do not like flavor experimentation or change. Cream cheese frosting and bright red batter were sure to be either a strong hit or miss in a country where the majority of pastries have a striking similarity to white bread.
First our Brazilian guests showed up just in time for the taste testing. They always like my cooking and this went down no different. They loved the uniqueness and the rich creamy frosting and wanted to take home a recipe.
Then my boyfriend's family and our various Chilean friends started showing up. We cut the cake and handed out pieces. I sensed that in general people liked it, but verbally all I heard over and over again was various versions of the observation "its red."
"Yes, it is red," I replied all night. In the end, that was the idea, so maybe I should just take it as a compliment.