Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Boulevard of Sunken Cakes
When life gives you lemons and you make lemonade, only it's actually lemon cake, and the cake emerges from the oven with a deep ravine running down the middle...you eat it anyway.
Every time I make this cake, it starts out beautifully in the oven and then, just when I least expect it, the center takes a nose dive. I put up with the sunken center and ask no questions because it's a delicious cake, especially after you douse it in a dense syrup of lemon juice and sugar right after it comes out of the oven.
But over the years I'll confess that I've developed a bit of a complex about this. Because this particular lemon cake is one of the few cakes I bake in bread pans, I'd pretty much concluded that I carry some type of curse that will forever cause the center to plummet.
The person who gave me this doomed but delicious recipe so long ago happened to be visiting this evening. She heard me lamenting the belly flop and proudly insisted that her versions never did such a terrible thing--feeding my secret neurosis even further. So I pulled out the recipe and showed it to her. I pointed to the part where she wrote "1T baking powder" and "1/2T sugar." Very clearly a capital T, which, as we all know, means tablespoon.
In a voice that suggested I'd been putting rat poison or liquid Drano in my cake all these years, she blurted, "There's no way on earth you'd put a whole tablespoon of baking powder in that cake."
Well folks, mystery solved. Which would also explain the cake's strong salty tang, too. So, on behalf of sunken cakes and neurotic bakers everywhere, I'd like to make a little public service announcement. When writing down recipes for friends, would you please be a doll and remember that capital T means tablespoon, and lower-case t means teaspoon, and to form each letter verrrrrry carefully? Thanks ever so much.
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I might even recommend spelling it out completely - teaspoon or tablespoon - to completely avoid all confusion. I wish you success in your future trials with one teaspoon. It sounds delicious.
Well of COURSE they do and you should! Is she so young as to not know that perhaps? And for recipe writer/copiers - an alternative is tsp and tbl (But I"m glad the cake is so yummy anyway. And if you LOVE the flavor, do you need to make up for the "salty tang" in some way?)
Can you convince her to let you share the recipe so we can verify that it doesn't sink with a t instead of a T. I would even try it tomorrow just for you...you know experimentation, verification, vindication not because it sound so yummy and all
I think you mean salt, not sugar. Half a tablespoon sugar would scarcely be enough, but half a tablespoon salt too much.
Oh I'd even share with Jane just for a second opinion ;-)
I always abbreviate them as tsp. & Tbsp., but really, if it's tasted good for all these years, I don't think I'd have gotten too worked up over it.
Here in Europe we use grams instead of spoons of whatever size. Just to avoid these kind of misunderstandings. I would let your friend bake the cake in front of you so you can see how she does it:-)
I once had that problem. All the T's looked alike. I made them all Tbls and lo.. it was inedible! Rose high and browned beautifully.. but completely inedible. GAH!
Enjoy your new recipe!
Make this cake from now on. Life's too short to eat less than stellar cake.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/lemon-cake-recipe/index.html
Her response wasn't nice. It made you feel responsible when it was her error.
Not nice.
I agree with Nanci. Not nice.
Thanks, Nanci, for the link!
Or, in the words of one of our yarn-store customers:
"Wow. You really have to pay attention to *every word*, don't you...."
Ooh, how I feel your pain. I have a family recipe I got from a friend. This is a recipe that is never to be shared, and she risked disowning by giving it to me. The catch--it's in Danish and there are no instructions. I just have to remember what she told me when we made it together. It's a great cake, but mine will never rival hers, and it makes me sad.
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