It took me longer to make her ninth birthday cake than it did to give birth to her, but it wasn’t as painful. I used a Cook’s Country recipe for strawberry poke cake. I made it the first time a few years ago and when Sarah asked for a strawberry cake for her birthday I went straight back to that recipe. It’s special because unlike other poke cake recipes, this one uses less sugar, tastes much fresher and is less artificial tasting. In my opinion, it’s perfection.
We have our own flock of chickens which is why there is a feather in the egg bowl. 😉
At 8:00 am yesterday morning I was whipping up the cake batter in my ever-useful red KitchenAid mixer.
The recipe used up 6 egg whites. The cake pan had to be greased, lined in parchment, and then greased and floured. Extensive. Sarah licked the bowl after I put the batter in the pan.
Fiesta spatula, but of course!
Since I was feeling industrious, the oven was already on, Grace is home from college, and I had over-ripe bananas on the counter, I also made a banana bread.
This is what the cake looked like after pouring the gelatin mixture on top.
In the fridge it went, for three hours.
This is what the cake looked like after the jam-like strawberry purree was spread on top. Then, I whipped heavy cream and frosted it with that (no photo).
Rich and I went to Caleb’s baseball game and then we went home and had the cake. David wasn’t home because he was busy getting ninth place in 300 hurdles at States.
Seth was loudly playing his recorder all this time but then he had to stop so we could sing. We had asked Jacob to buy candles at the store a few days prior and he went ahead and bought trick ones that never can be blown out. No one was suspicious as we had never used them before. And in this way, the cake was lit. and lit. and lit again.
“Blow them out, Sarah!”
“It’s like playing wack-a-mole”
“There’s going to be a lot of spit on that cake.”
We think she blew enough out to be ninety years old instead of nine.
It was worth waiting for.
Sarah decided to eat a second piece of cake and not bother eating the ice cream at all.
The edge is uneven because we went after “one last bite” with our forks…a whole bunch of us.
Ethan doesn’t typically like cake but even he said “This cake is lit”