I was trying to be domestic. I’d just moved in with my girlfriend of the past three months, and I wished to impress her with my cooking skills. To my credit, I had some cooking chops, having grown up in a family where everyone participated in preparing dinner, and some creditable pancakes.
I made the mistake of asking her what she’d like for breakfast on saturday before going to bed. She laughed and told me to make something surprising. Oh boy, did I surprise her. I decided to bake a jelly roll cake.
A bit of background first. I do not remember either of my parents ever putting anything vaguely resembling a baked good in the oven. Oh, perhaps they warmed up something from a commercial bakery, but actually bake? No. So I started with a clean slate, beyond knowing how to turn the oven on.
I found an old paperback copy of the Joy of Cooking and some pans. I could not find all the needed ingredients, so I scrounged, invented, and substituted. Now, today, I might manage a success out of a similar effort. But in those days, the result was terrible. It might be described as a sort of rocket ship that had fallen on its side, leaked all its goo over the surrounding terrain, and then had an explosion.
My girlfriend was supportive of my beginning efforts in the kitchen, and actually sampled the cake, but insisted that the kitchen cleanup was all mine.
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I don’t blame you, Jelly roll cakes are really hard to make. I’ve also had trouble with them. But after a while I actually start to get it. I actually made a tasty yule log for Christmas last year, using a healthier recipe. It was delicious and actually quite simple.
I stick with rum soaked fruitcakes, and grandma’s Hungarian Poppyseed bread for Christmas. They are the traditional family treats, and are at about the limits of my still imperfect baking skills
Wow. That’s love.
At the time. By the time of the divorce, it wasn’t so sweet.
No… I totally understand that.
I have learned NEVER make anything for someone new if you haven’t made it before successfully. My baking fails are always cakes. Somehow if I layer them, they are cavernous so copious amounts of frosting were required to keep it all together.
We call them Swiss rolls. I doubt if theyโve ever been eaten in Switzerland. ๐คทโโ๏ธ