Everyone has quirks. I have a ton of quirks. (Do I ever… just ask John.) The cats have quirks. (Merlin will purr while
Since this is the last “summer hours” day off that I have, and since John and I are going up to Cleveland to visit my folks (and far-flung relatives who are making a rare visit) I am baking my Grandma’s Sunshine Cake for the occasion. I call it the cholesterol death cake since it contains a full dozen eggs and just enough cake flour (1 cup) and other ingredients to bind it all together. Basically, it is only a half-step away from being a souffle, and once it is in the oven there is a strict “no peeking” rule until it is done and ready to take out, as it could fall if you are not careful. This rule is very hard to follow sometimes, since the cake smells wonderful while it is in the oven. It tastes pretty darn wonderful once it is out of the over as well.