I have lost it. I have become a person that thinks about cake, makes cake almost every day, reads recipes for cake, talks about cake. Feel sorry, very sorry, for the poor folks that have to live with me. There is no escape from my cake obsession.
I have jumped the rails and I am now on the cake train. It is all about cake. I just can't stop it.
I know how this all started, but I am not sure how, or when for that matter, it is going to stop.
Lucky you, you all get to come on the Crazy Cake Train with me. Come along, won't you?
It all started on a crisp, blustery day in Eastern Pennsylvania. We were visiting the Brandywine River Museum. This was a journey into the past for my brother and me.
Our family would visit the museum every holiday season (usually more than once) and several times through the years we lived in Wilmington, Delaware. It was a distant time and place and we were excited to return with our own spouses and children.
Like always, The Smith Family Players were on Pacific Time and can't plan ahead and take lunch with us. That meant eating at the museum restaurant. It is a lovely spot on the Brandywine River.
Can't you just picture both of my children running amok through these little tables. Each of them at different points, laying on the floor, throwing a tantrum? Delightful.
The view and the food made me almost forget my lackluster traveling companions.
Mr. Smith chose a piece of Boston Cream Pie for his dessert. I asked if I could have a bite. I am deeply ashamed to admit that I ate the whole piece of cake, pie...what ever you want to call it. Yup, I did that to poor Mr. Smith. He got a bite. That's it, just a bite. I was so busy chowing down this dream of a cake, that I completely forgot that I was only supposed to taste it.
The cake itself was such a fine grain, so delicate, so dreamy...it was as if it had been made by angels. Angels created this confection.
That was it. That is where this all started.
Now I wanted to recreate this magical cake. I looked for recipes for Boston Cream Pie, thinking that this was a cake recipe specific to that dessert. How is it possible that this has been kept from me for all these years? How did I not know about this?
Wrong wrong wrong. All wrong.
My first outing was an unmitigated disaster! I found the recipe from Country Living. I can't recommend the cake recipe. The pudding is to die for. I never would have thought of Vanilla Bean Pudding, but it is amazing. Perfectly fine, lovely even, without the rest of this recipe.
Alas, there are no photos for obvious reasons. It was just too sad. Too too sad.
Back to the drawing board.
Actually, back to Fannie Farmer. The solid old standby. The one that no one can keep house without. My ace in the hole. Someone with a wholesome name like Marion Cunningham wouldn't steer me wrong, right?
This time I made the Boston Favorite Cake. It is a "basic butter cake."
6 Tablespoons butter
1 cup water
2 eggs, separated
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla
1 3/4 cups cake flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup milk
Preheat oven to 350°F. Butter and lightly flour two 8-inch cake pans. Cream the butter until softened and slowly add sugar, beating until light. Add the egg yolks and vanilla and beat to blend well. Sift the flour, baking powder, and salt onto a piece of wax paper. Alternately blend the dry ingredients and the milk into the butter mixture in three stages. Beat until smooth. In a separate bowl, beat the egg whites until stiff but not dry. Stir a third of the whites into the cake batter and gently fold in the remaining. Spoon into the cake pans. Bake for 30-35 minutes, or until a straw inserting in the center of the cake comes out dry. Cool in pans for 5 minutes before turning out onto racks. Frost as you see fit.
Seems simple enough. I made cupcakes instead of a layer cake. By and large, layer cakes and I are not friendly. There have been multiple occasions when I have sworn, before witnesses, never to venture into Layer Cake Land EVER AGAIN!
This recipe is quite good. It is light and subtle, easy to make and frost. It makes lovely cupcakes that were a big hit with Mr. Smith and The Monkey (very tough cake critics!)
Around this time is when I really started to lose it. I started doing more and more research. I found out about all the different types of cake. There are sponge cakes (make without baking powder), there are butter cakes, shortening (some with butter, some made with shortening), and on and on and on.
This just kept escalating and I kept getting more and more obsessed with finding the recipe for this Holy Grail of Cake.
So, on to the Sponge Cake arena. I had never made one. Just the name turned me off. I was not interested in anything that could potentially soak up liquid. Wet cake, the thought of it, YUCK!
But try it I did. Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!
I figured I would try another recipe from Fannie Farmer. This time the True Sponge Cake. Doesn't that just sound good? So few things in life are just "true." But, by God, the sponge cake was going to be one of them!
On this front, however, I will leave the Sponge Cake alone. I did not like it, Mr. Smith did not like it, The Monkey did not like it. The frosting (or filling, depending on your perspective) was a hit. The recipe is below. A nice alternative to butter cream frosting.
The only one that liked it, Grand Master H. The one who doesn't like anything! Drat!
Yup, that would be him. Eating the cake like a turkey drumstick and leaving behind the frosting. This is the same kid that eats doughnuts with chocolate frosting, leaving behind all doughnut and no frosting. Go figure.
Again, this cake was not right. I have a feeling that it was a problem on my end. I don't think I had the "courage of my convictions" as Julia Child would have said.
I start to freak out and second guess myself and get worried that I am doing it wrong. The result is a cake that just didn't work.
I would recommend chilling the completed filling before whipping. Mine did not completely get fluffy and I think that was due to the warmer temperature from the melted chocolate.
That brings us to yesterday. I decided to try the classic 1-2-3-4 Cake recipe on the back of the Swans Down Cake Flour box.
1 cup butter or margarine, softened
2 cups sugar
3 cups cake flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon almond extract (I left this out)
Preheat oven to 350°F. Butter and flour three 9-inch (I used three 8-inch) pans. Make cake: In a mixing bowl cream butter and gradually add sugar, creaming until light and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. In another bowl, sift flour with baking powder and salt. Add flour mixture alternately with milk and vanilla to creamed mixture, beating after each addition until smooth. Pour batter into cake pans. Bake for 25-30 minutes. Cool in pans 10 minutes. Remove from pans and finish cooling on racks.
Even this recipe is all well and good. Cake is good, but the cake at The Brandywine was beyond good. I am still looking, still trying recipes. Nothing is quite the same, but I will keep looking and I will keep posting my experiments.