There’s something about having good cake. It puts a smile on your face, and a spring in your step. You walk around with a certain air about you. What’s wonderful is when you see someone else walking around with that same air about them. Catching each other’s eye, you smile and nod, that small gesture shouting quietly oh the joy of good cake.
This is the kind of good cake that would be the woman in a love story. The guy notices her in the library, day after day, usually reading some really intellectual piece of literature. She’s always dressed immaculately, not in a showy way, but in a way that shows she knows what works for her and works her look with poise. She wears glasses like these and absolutely pulls it off. When the guy approaches her, it’s easy for him to over think it. A head full of all those books he’s seen her read and how well she dresses, he’s really worried about flubbing his opening lines. Then he notices that this time she’s reading his favourite comic book. Even though he feels out of his depth, she makes him feel immediately at ease. All that refinement and poise, and she still has an abundance of sweetness that shines through and is so easy to relate to. He can absolutely see himself taking her home to meet his mother. She’s the kind of woman who knows to tell someone they did well, not they did good, but won’t look down on someone for an inability to find the correct adverb.
So yes, I overthought the making of this cake a little, and flubbed a few of the steps. Browning butter is not something I’ve got the hang of yet. Something went a little funny with my cake batter, so when I added the 50mls of milk, it did not go very far towards making the batter a smooth mixture I could pour into the cake tin. Thankfully the recipe was forgiving enough that it still tasted great without properly browned butter and a sort of ad hoc let’s-just-add-milk-until-it-feels-right cake batter (I’m also not sure if I left enough air in the egg whites once I folded them through everything). This is fairly well removed from the sort of cake I’d normally make, but I knew right away from reading the recipe that I’d find the flavours easy to relate to. I feel so refined when I get a mouthful of earl grey, I almost subconsciously extend a pinky finger as I hold the cake in my hand. Having the sweetness from the peaches and vanilla drizzle with their subtle interplay of moist fruit and icing crackle just finishes the whole story off for me. Certainly, a cake I took home to meet my mother and father.
Delicious, and well worth the effort to make it. Go on now. SEG’s wonderful website is waiting over here just begging for you to bask in their inspiring photos and take on the recipe.