A few weeks ago, some dear friends of ours bought their first home. In the time between then and now, our area experienced an earthquake, a hurricane, and some massive flooding. Luckily, their new house has withstood all that nature could throw at it, and they're safely back home to settle in.
As we were going to visit for the first time and give them a little housewarming, I knew that they had already been through a lot. I'm of the opinion that it's bad luck to visit someone's new house and not bring food. Something about good luck and best wishes and prosperity and happiness and who knows what else. Either way, this seemed like a good opportunity for cake.
I don't usually make cakes, as any casual reader of this blog can tell you. To make an entire cake for hubby and me seems like overkill, so I really need a special occasion that involved a lot of people to even get up the excitement to try. Also, cake itself just isn't terribly exciting to me. My entire life I've viewed cake as a mere vehicle for icing. Even the best, most moist homemade cake seems a little blah. And don't even get me started on all the birthday parties where I've had to suffer through dry, crumbly store bought cake with hydrogenated oil "icing". For my birthdays, I always request pie or cheesecake or brownies or something else with some character. Cake just doesn't trip my trigger like other desserts.
|Oooey gooey goodness...|