It seemed simple enough, get a lamb cake pan, make a lamb cake. My thoughts drifted back to Grandma’s house for Easter dinner. Our family always arrived hours early to help with the table setting, and this year it was announced there would be lamb cake. I was so short, I can remember looking eye level with the table cloth and seeing this fluffy cake with two little beady eyes, cherry nose and, licorice whip mouth sitting amid a bed of fluffy green coconut grass. It looked real to me!
Fast forward thirty years and I’m out scouring thrift stores for the classic pan with the 3D lamb sitting up. Success propelled me onward to bake not one, but 2 lamb cakes, one would be chocolate in memory of the “lost sheep.” Who cares about the directions I thought, giddy with delight, thinking of how my children and company would ohhh and ahhh… and only reading the directions about filling the pan with my slick interpretation of the classic, substituting a regular cake mix instead of the recommended traditional pound cake recipe.
Surprise, surprise as the fragile cake nearly cracked in half. No problem I thought as I inserted a toothpick, or two or three into the neck. The cake now resembled a punk-dog collar. All was going well until almost dessert time, when the head suddenly took a dive and looked like a broken neck. I can laugh now, but it was embarrassing.
To be continued….
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