Tuesday, June 30, 2009
TWD - Perfect Party Cake
First a confession, then cake. I am a klutz. If there is one uneven piece of sidewalk in a city, I will find it and trip over it. If there is a pothole, it waits for me -calling my name. Banana peels see me coming and lay out their sections in my path. Once I dropped four dinner plates on the floor at one time. Last year I slipped on some dog drool and fell down the basement stairs, breaking several bones.
This weekend, on the last afternoon of a lovely vacation, I found an uneven patch of lawn and tore ligaments in my ankle.
So, because I'm in pain and medicated, here's a short version of my Tuesdays With Dorie blog entry.
Oh cake! Such a basic pleasure. Such a necessary delight. I remember those early birthday cakes with as much joy as my frilly party dresses. All those sugar roses, years and years of them in pink and yellow and blue. Once, there was a cake like a carousel, striped paper roof and small plastic ponies. Each one an indelible childhood memory.
Dorie brings to the party the Perfect Party Cake. Is it? It is.
Light and lemony, sweet and moist, at last I have found my go-to white cake. Carol at mix, mix, stir, stir has led me to this all-occasion masterpiece.
Like all great works, there's a learning curve. For instance, when the pan looks full, it is. Make muffins with the rest of the batter.
I never did master the buttercream. Though it spread well, it tasted heavily of butter. but I will try it again. Buttercream will not defeat me. Neither will the sidewalks of the world.