You know the old saying about how the law is like sausage…you don’t want to see how either one gets made. I am starting to feel this way about a lot more than sausage. I have become one of those annoying label readers at the grocery store who is blocking your access to the Cheezits. About once every four months I throw my hands up in disgust in the bread aisle. If you aren’t looking, you don’t want to know. I go home, make my own bread and it is good but never quite right for PB&J. So, I end up back at the bread aisle…
Well, I thought I could contain my neuroses to the “obviously junk food” aisle. I was wrong. I was forced to confront it again making this humble little plum cake. Dorie says you need you need eight plums. I used 4.5 and it could hold no more. Apparently, my plums had giganticism. Just what kind of frankenfood fruit am I buying? I go to the organic farmers’ market a lot but I also go to the regular old chain grocery store, too. I shudder to think what kind of mad scientist hybridization (is that a word?) is going on in the old plum orchard. I am giving myself a headache at this very moment. I am sure a nice can of chemicals Diet Dr. Pepper will clear that right up.
The cake? Oh yeah, the cake. It was good. I like plums and I like breakfast cakes, so no complaints here. The pictures are sub par. I baked late in the evening and wrapped it up early in the morning for work. So, there you go. I tried to give a piece to Will for breakfast but he asked for a PB&J as insurance. He didn’t eat the cake.
It went pretty quickly at work until there was only one mangled plumosaurus left. I will check out the other bakers to decide if any of the other variations are worth trying. For the recipe, visit Michelle of Bake-En. Next week: crème brulee. This will be my maiden voyage with homemade crème brulee. Wish me luck.
One last thing: I am reading a lot of blogs every week but probably not commenting as much. This is what happens when a child steps on your laptop. It does not make for a very pleasant viewing experience.