Can you “Bake a Cake?”
What happens when I start feeling good? Really good! I would like a piece of home made cake – from scratch!
The recipes are all so enticing and I can hardly wait to see just which one – will I choose? Every so often – when I think back in time to when I first was going to make a cake – I don’t know – if I should cry or just start laughing so hard that I do cry – over the mess!
When cake mixes first made their entrance to the store’s shelf – they were something to really consider – would they be faster, easier, and taste better or what? In the early 1950’s – I was about ’14’ and the cost of a box of cake mix was only thirty cents.
After school, I went to the “Food Center, on Warne Avenue” and got the different things I thought I would need. When my mother came home from work, told her my idea of making a box cake ? We never made a “Box Cake” – the only way we ever made a cake was from scratch! I think that I read everything on that cake box, and everything that it said that I needed, I got out and put on the kitchen table. (Everything at my finger tips.)
So, with the bowl and large spoon to do the mixing of the ingredients by hand – I was ready. You would have thought – I was getting ready for “Major Surgery” – without a mask! The pans were greased and floured – the oven on – everything in the bowl – mixed and mixed by hand – and into the pans – level the pans – and into the oven! The timer was set and I was sure waiting patiently for cake made a new way.
The time was nearly up – a burning of the over-flowing cake dough all over the inside of the oven – “what’s wrong” – what happened? I could see a “fine mess” that I made needing to be cleaned up and the sooner the better!
Started going over every step of the instructions on the cake box? “Can you guess what happened?” On the table still sitting there – were the “2” eggs called for in the recipe!
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