Wow. I am a mess- still in pajamas, hair = rat’s nest, haven’t showered, scarfing down cold oatmeal at 3:45pm as my first meal of the day (thank you motherhood!) and I couldn’t be happier. I might have just made the best cake EVER. Sometimes, I end up liking cake or cookie batter more than the intended result, so I will post after I’ve consumed the final project…but for now, this cake is in serious gold medal territory. What is this cake you ask? The peculiar Red Velvet Cake, of course. Why peculiar? Because who really knows what velvet tastes like? And why does it have to be red? Is it nothing more than so-so chocolate cake imbued with a copious dose of food coloring? Maybe so, but the recipe I found is somehow extraordinary. You can read it here.
I fully divulge my weakness for batters. Katie and Tova might even recall my habit of eating dry Pillsbury cake mix by the spoonful! But this cake batter has taken me to new lows (or would they be highs?)! I licked every beater, bowl and utensil in sight. I used my finger to slop up the batter on the counter. Licked that too! And it still wasn’t enough. I dunked the spatula back into the mix a couple times and licked away…against all hygienic impulses.
My only reservation is that the cake calls for a cream cheese frosting, of which I’ve never been a devoted fan. But if it suits the cake just right, I may be wooed. Only time will tell…
Marry me, Molly Jo Stawarz.