One thing I definitely know is that either you recognize the superiority of cooking from scratch, or you don't.
I will never forget the first time I had homemade chocolate cake. I was working as a massage therapist and a client brought a cake in for another therapist's birthday. It was AMAZING. I learned in that moment that scratch would trump processed EVERY time.
I could give up store bought or boxed cake every day for the rest of my life. This from scratch cake is so divinely perfect, it's crazy and not giveupable. It is literally the best cake I have ever tasted. And I admit, I have tasted a few. What's your point?
I did NOT make the frosting included in this recipe, which I'm sure is also divine, but instead tried another fabulous recipe found on the same site. It's called "That's the Best Frosting I've Ever Had." And it is. Try it. You'll thank me.
The American palate has to be trained or it's innate to a foodie, but either you recognize the real thing as amazing or... you think Big Macs are amazing. Real cake does not have that sugary sweet, easy on the palate taste that we're used to. It's LESS sweet but more divine. It's heavier but..lighter. It's...complicated. It's REAL.
Did you know they train bank tellers to recognize counterfeit money not by ever showing them counterfeit bills? Instead, they have them make a deep study of the REAL thing so that they automatically recognize the junk bills. Anyone with a real taste for real food can tell what's real and what's not. You won't be able to fool them. Get yourself used to eating REAL, HOMEMADE food and your tastes will change and you will learn quickly to not only recognize, but appreciate, and then absolutely adore and demand the real deal. Try this chocolate cake and taste upon genuine goodness.
1 comment:
Sigh...I knew you would get sick of this. I got a full dose of you last week and now nothing :( You have let me down! Are you happy now! Okay, just kidding. I agree on the homemade stuff. Oh man, I can still taste this choc. sheet cake my nana and mom used to make. It was not sweet, but oh so tasty. Do you know we had homemade dessert ( and dinner ofcourse) every single night and none of us were overweight. Not even close.My mom and nana would start planning meals in the morning. Dinner was a huge thing for us. We sat around the table for at least three hours every single night, from teh time I was a baby until the day I left for college. I will never be able to relate to people who eat only to survive. Now having said all that I must confess something...I do like Big Macs. I can't help it. I haven't had one since college, so who knows, but honestly, I like them.
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