This Sunday’s post is another baking diary. I think I’m finally living up to my blog title, except that I haven’t actually made an apple cake yet (nor do I see it coming in the near future). But I’m halfway there!
This weekend I made a vanilla pound cake! It’s pretty simple stuff so there’s less room for me to mess up. Everything just goes into a bowl for me to mix and then off to the oven it goes. The hardest part is making sure it doesn’t get burned in my unpredictable, fiery inferno of an oven.
But this time it baked without incident too
Pound cake is probably my favourite kind of cake because it’s so simple and neat. The buttery taste is rich without being cloying, and the shape is really compact—I feel like I could pick it up and toss it around the room (not that I would do that, obviously, but that’s just an illustration). Slicing up pound cakes is immensely gratifying
Like the muffins, this is far from being the best pound cake around (not moist enough, a little too crumbly, and whatever else my untrained palate doesn’t tell me). But in less than a day almost the whole loaf was gone so its existence was wiped out from the cake-osphere fairly quickly. Thanks friends and family