Being an American, I expect something like Deliciously Sinful Chocolate Cake or Velvety Chocolate Delight (we give these silly sort of names to everything at home).
She tells me "It's Chocolate Cake with a Chocolate Buttercream Icing."
Ah. Again, I like her straightforward-ness. Allow me to speak for her: "I am the Cake Maker, I make cakes. It is chocolate cake with chocolate icing. I don't need a ridiculous name. My cake speaks for itself."
And it does. The cake is moist and light, and the icing voluminous, and whipped to perfection. It is neither overly sweet nor sickly. It is gorgeous.
I take another piece to go.
I go in again the next day. She comments that I am her best customer this week. We laugh. I introduce myself, tell her about my blog, and show her pictures of my baked goods on my mobile phone. She shows me some pictures on her phone too. We talk for a long time. She has shortbread cookies on the counter in the shape of scotty dogs, and I comment how wonderful they are. She gives me the Scotty Dog cookie cutter to borrow (!) and HER RECIPE to try (!!!) While reading off the recipe to me, she looks at me very sternly, directly in the eye and says "Butter. Real butter" and adds for emphasis "Only real butter."
Yes, ma'am.
She makes my day again.
I am giddy. I am touched by the generosity, and tell everyone the story over and over, because I am just stunned by how sweet of a gesture it all was.
I decide to give it a go, trying my best to make the Cake Maker, Debbie, proud. Here goes:
Make-shift rolling pin (a plastic wrap tube) |
More moist and sticky, I had to add lots of flour to keep it for sticking to the cutting board the next time around. |
The funny thing about this is that she warned me this would happen |
I made lovely, delicate circular ones too. The icing sugar makes it thin, crisp, and dainty. |
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