I made a run to the store the other day for ingredients. My husband gets pretty nostalgic when he sees the box of Pillsbury Softasilk cake flour, remembering cakes that his mother made when he was a youngster.
I couldn't find the Dutch processed cocoa, but Google came to the rescue and I found recommendations for making my own, with my food processor. As I worked with the chocolate, I thought about all I learned yesterday at the Heritage Center about this scrumptious ingredient and wonder just where this particular bar of German Chocolate came from in the world.
Baking is a time-consuming process, but I do it with joy because I know it will bring happiness to my loved ones. While I work I think about all of the cakes that my grandmothers and mother made in their lives, with all of the love in their hearts. Here is a short film that my father shot more than fifty years ago with his 8 mm camera. It includes me eating my first birthday cake (about halfway through), a swan cake prepared by my loving mother. If I say so myself, it is pretty darned adorable.
And what a miracle it is that while I work, my dishwasher cleans up our dirty dishes. I don't have to raise the chickens, or churn the butter, or grind the flour--I just go to Dan's Supermarket and voila! What a world would my Grandma Lily think this is? I'm lucky in that I have many of her handwritten recipes. My mother tells me that they would listen to the radio, and, when the recipes were read out, my Grandma would scribble them down.
I'm guessing that one of the reasons that my father likes German Chocolate cake is the pecans in the frosting. Pecan trees grow in Mississippi, where he was raised.
I'll bet that you, gentle reader, remember this rhyme you learned as a child. I know I recited it for my children.
This marvelous alchemy of eggs, sugar, flour, chocolate, and such will bring happiness to my father, and thus to me. But, first, I have to make a really big mess!