Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Icing on the Cake
One day about 25 years ago I made a 3-layer red velvet cake for my son Josh's 10th birthday. It was a beauty, and I tucked it away under the cake keeper until the grandparents and other guests arrived. While the crowd was tuning up to sing "Happy Birthday" I whisked off the cover and there was a bare naked cake. Josh had gotten to it first, and licked off all the frosting!
Grandkids are the icing on the cake. Kids were the eggs, flour, and crisco: necessary ingredients, measured, mixed, (and occasionally beaten.) Their teenage years were the oven. We all got burned a couple of times, and although there were moments they could have caved in, they rose to the occasion. Luckily, the frosting has covered up the little cracks and imperfections of each layer.
The cake and frosting are best together, but when I need a real boost of sweetness, I go for the frosting by itself. Josh taught me that.