I am a sucker for cake. I want to say All Cake but that would be a lie. I have had bad cake. Once I had to force a thick slice of marzipan covered ‘vanilla’ cake that tasted like cardboard down my throat at a christening, because the person who baked it was standing beside me. I was ill for days after. Not bent-over-the-toilet-bowl-sick but sick in spirit. Cake should be so good you want to dive into it naked. Another time, at a wedding, I inhaled a piece of dense fruit cake just so it would skip my taste buds and graze my tonsils before falling into my near-bursting stomach (I had feasted on a plate of cream puffs). This is not to say I don’t like fruit cake it’s just not chocolate. Like Chocolate Decadence. Or butter cream. Or God help me, vanilla cake infused with maple and coffee cream.
Some of my happiest memories involve cake. Fancy birthday cakes, rich Black Forest cakes, Strawberry shortcakes and a neighbour’s humble but delicious honey cakes. I remember her. She was this gentle, old lady from Spain, famous in the neighbourhood for that one recipe. A recipe that she ‘dabbled’ with, sometimes throwing in walnuts, other times ginger but mostly she would infuse it with love. I gobbled it all up.
I have been known to complain loudly if there is no cake (or cupcakes) at functions. Even work functions. When did cake became an ‘afterthought’. Surely the purpose of having a reception or tea/coffee ‘meeting’ is for the cake? I wanted a wedding reception so I could eat cake and still have some leftover for
our first wedding anniversary breakfast.
Do you have a favorite cake/s? Please share. I’ll probably want some.