While my husband Bill was in the hospital I decided to bake,well try and bake a cake. I am not a baker by any stretch of the imagination.It was late at night and my sweet tooth was poking at me wanting something rich and sweet not just a candy bar also
I find working in the kitchen to be relaxing and to give you a mind clearing kind of peace and I needed that more then the sweets. So of to the kitchen I go hoping for the best and expecting the worse.
Over the years I have read 100's of cook books and have watched many many cooking shows about the art or cake baking.I have spent hours talking with my baking friends about how to produce a cake that you aren't able to use as a weapon or saw dust on
As I enter my kitchen I resign myself that no matter how trivial it may seem to me I will use every tip or helpful hint I was ever given or read, after all I am not the baker I am the student that needs a tutor.
I started by gathering and preparing all the ingredients and tools I would need to bake my cake. As I preheated the oven and greased and floured my cake pans I felt a sense of calm start floating into my mind and body.I continued to work carefully measuring
out my ingredients into small bowls making them ready for use and putting away the big packaging giving me room to work.
Stepping back to survey my progress I see a counter top that was a bakers dream. With my mixer standing proudly front and center in all its silver glory,the many bowls in all sorts of colors filled with the rich textures and aromas of the ingredients
setting on either side of the mixer,my cook book propped up ready to read and most importantly room to work.As I look around I feel the last of my stress rolling away for the first time in over a week I am not worrying about blood clots,my house and how am
I going to handle walkers,canes and sponge baths.I am simply focusing on the cake I want to bake.
I begin.I carefully read and follow each and every instruction from creaming the butter and adding the 4 egg yolks 1 at a time, to very carefully folding in the 4 beaten eggs white into the batter mixture.The batter is airy and tasty and I begin to feel
a twinge of hope that this cake might turn out ok.
In the oven 3 pans of batter go.I spend the next 35 mins cruising the recipes in AR.Not thinking about a thing, not the hospital, not Bill and not the cake.
Off goes the timer summoning me back to the kitchen.With fingers crossed and my breath held I look into the oven. My cakes look very good,in goes the tooth pick and out it comes clean as a whistle.Out of the oven and on to the counter they go to cool
for 5 minutes or so. The smell is
intoxicating and the cakes feel so lite as opposed to the bricks I normally pull out of my oven in the shape of a cake.
After cooling for 5 mins or so the cakes easily remove from the pans. Thanks to the parchment paper on the bottom of the pan my cake didn't come out in 6 different chunks. I placed the cakes on plates to cool as I make the pecan coconut frosting.
When cake and frosting are both at the correct temperature I frost and assemble the cake as directed.As I finish a large smile spreads across my face I am just sure that I had really done it this time. I just could not wait for someone to come along
and share the cake I just had to try it. I cut the smallest piece I could and took a bite..........
..............For the first time ever 3 days later instead of throwing an entire uneaten cake into the trash I placed not a single crumb left empty plate in the sink.
I am proud to say I made a cake that was all it should be and more.Rich,moist and full of flavor!