Hi. My name's Carol, and I love food. No, you don't understand. I love food. If I were on the Titanic, I'd be in the galley (kitchen) eating up the chocolate pudding and the roasted quail. I go to most events, activities and parties just for the food. The company and the conversation are secondary. Here, I'll try to document everything that goes into my mouth. Aren't we excited? Oh, hey, are you gonna eat that?
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Rainier Cherry Cake for Sheila
Keeping up with the cherry theme, I stumbled upon another recipe (from Kitchen Experiments--more cake than pound cake or bread--which appealed to me. I spotted milk, lemon, vanilla beans from a real vanilla pod, and went ahead with baking one for a friend like I promised. It just so happens that today is her and her husband's anniversary, for their pawn shop. Why not celebrate with a freshly made cherry cake with Rainier cherries? If it survives the long car ride back home.
I left out the optional kirsch, because that would've meant an embarrassing trip to a liquor store. In Washington, the hard stuff is run by the government and the government always makes the average citizen feel guilty for something, so I avoid those stores like the plague. It feels like sneaking into a porn shop. Instead of those pretty red Bing cherries, the food blogger uses, I used our Pacific NW Rainiers. I also kicked myself for not thinking of decorating the top of my last cherry cake with cherries.
For some reason, my cake didn't rise as high as Elaine's. Maybe it was my cheap 10-inch spring form cake pan. Next time, I'll use my regular 8- or 9-inch cake pan, without the spring form. Still came out (thank God) clean and pretty. I almost smashed part of it while clumsily transferring it from cooling rack to a cardboard cake round, though. When I dusted the top with powdered sugar, I almost gasped at the transformation.
Let me tell you the smell coming from that freshly baked cake almost forced me to make another one. One for me, one for Sheila, who gleefully came over after work this afternoon to take possession of it, promising to post a picture on Facebook, after, with nothing left but crumbs.
Now, I'm attracted to the idea of baking my patient husband and son their very own yellow cake with chocolate frosting. They've had to watch me baking cakes for other people. This would be their reward, don't you think?