When I was about 12 years old, I would spend most Saturdays tromping a nearby forest with my best friend and our dogs. We had a Newfoundland, and she had a small Chihuahua mix. These two were pals, and although they were an odd pair, they stuck with us as we adventured and played.
One Saturday I arrived home to find a note on the table. My family had left to go visit the Mt. Lehman farm, my very favourite place on earth. I was so sad and mad. I had known they were going, but had lost track of time. In times of stress, I have been known to start baking and cooking and creating. This was the first incident.
I pulled out a few cookbooks and started planning my afternoon. I ended up making bread, cookies, brownies and a huge chocolate cake. When the family returned home, I had the kitchen clean and everything set out like a bakery. I was admonished for being late, but forgiven as well.
This is our family’s go-to birthday cake. It’s rich without being too sweet, or cloying. Because it is so moist, it lasts well, and can be enjoyed a couple of days later, if there’s any left. Continue reading