At Bri/Kell's Eve-Eve party, Joe and I spent a lengthy period of time discussing similar recipes and foolproof means of baking. Loved the conversation with Brian and Wanda M... they are a riot, those two. We deem them a "Cute Couple". I digress. My Cake #1 was already in the freezer, covered with a disguise of (link) strawberry sauce and ready to go to Christian/Dawn's for the Day.
Wow, it was delicious... the perfect topper to C's beyond-perfect prime rib roast and trimmings. And then it happened... the mother crack of them all... I dropped the cake in removing it from the table. Smashed to oblivion, all over the pretty dining room carpet. Ouch, that hurt... me and the rug. What to do?
I baked another. It cracked, too, regardless of the even-lower oven temps. More strawberry sauce. Ask me if I care...
Julia would be proud of my never apologizing for a crater or two. Hey, the delicious fruit seeps right into them. After we taste-tested to deem it creamy and delicious, I sliced into individual servings and froze. We're ready to go in a reasonable amount of thawing time. Next to fresh mozzarella, this has to be the best calorie splurge ev-ah!
Bon Appétit!
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