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TWD: Dimply Plumosaurus Cake

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.