ANYBODY GOT A MATCH?
I looove birthday cake. Bakery birthday cake. Those I’ve known with their “homemade” cakes are most often such a disappointment that I pass on a piece all-together. To them, “homemade” means from a box. And it has definitely tasted like it. Some of that cardboard must’ve made its way into the mix somehow, because all boxed cakes seem to have that unpleasant telltale flavor.
Enter Bean. I told her I wanted to forego cake this year for a number of reasons, but she wasn’t havin’ it. Nestled amongst the gifts was this little gem of a cake made entirely from scratch. Frosting, scratch. Cake, scratch. Lemon filling, ssscratch. She was so excited to have me taste it- though without digging into her creation- that she quickly produced a fork laden with a scoop of each component housed separately in the fridge. The best cake I’ve ever eaten. Tasted just like those lovely bakery confections of times past. Only better.
Had it for breakfast the next morning as per tradition. When all cake should happen, of course.