“Bake Me A Cake”
Here I am in the kitchen, white powdered sugar on the tip of my nose and on my clothing, batter in my hair and on the kitchen walls. The mess is bigger than I had expected. All for what? A hard, coconut cake that I had overcooked. And the whipped cream frosting melting down the sides. Oh dear. How will I ever bake a decent cake?
It was a snowy Saturday afternoon in a suburban New England town of Kingston. Stuck in the house with not much to do, and not a sweet in sight to eat, I decide I’m going to bake a cake. Not just any cake, but a coconut, vanilla flavored cake with coconut cream filling, and a vanilla whipped cream frosting, with flakes of fresh coconut to top it off. The idea sounded delicious, but I knew it would be a challenge.
First, I started by preparing the batter. Everything was going as planned until it was time to mix up the ingredients for the batter. The cake flour, coconut milk, coconut cream, powdered sugar, baking powder, and eggs were all in a big, red plastic mixing bowl. I took out my electric hand beater. I held the electric beater at an angle into the bowl, and when I turned on the machine powdered sugar and batter start flying left and right. Splat, up in my face, on my clothing, and over half of the white kitchen walls. What a mess! Soon after, with a little thought and experimenting, I had figured out the best way to use the hand beater without making a complete mess. The batter was finished. This is only the beginning of the mess in this cake baking fiasco.
Two round, shiny, silver pans were lined with parchment paper, smoothed with butter, and a small amount of flour tossed to coat the pans. I pour the batter to fill the pans halfway, then place them in the hot preheated oven. Forty minutes later, I remove them from the red hot oven and check the centers with a toothpick. The middle of one cake...