January 30, 2012 5 Comments
There is an expected amount of causality in cooking as in life. Want a nice body? Diet and exercise (or if you’ve got a wad of spare cash, lipo and pain). Want to get ahead in the world? Work your butt off.
So it follows, want to make superlative baked goods? You need a certain amount of skill (acquired over time) and some expensive kit comes in handy (Hello? Making marshmallows without a stand mixer? Much much harder.). So when I come across a recipe that is easy and fast to make, I am skeptical to the extreme. Regardless of my doubts, out comes a fluffy moist cake, not too sweet, enhanced by a spectacular icing that takes the cake from healthy tasting (think oven baked apples) to one of those cakes where you scrape maniacaly at any streaks of icing left on the plate.Frankly, it makes everything feel a little topsy turvy, like finding a €10 note on an empty street, making a show of bending down to pick it up. Pivoting on your planted feet this way and that, note held up high (as proof that you attempted to look for the person to whom it might belong) before shrugging your shoulders and tucking it into your pocket. You still feel a little guilty though, don’t you? That this good luck was bestowed on you while some poor sod is looking for his tenner (Unless it’s my husband. Walk behind him. He loses money every time he reaches into his pocket. Shall I describe him to you?) Read more of this post