Mausi's got a
bun cake in the oven
What a difference a word makes, eh?
Nope, there aren't going to be any new additions to this little family, 'cept maybe a dog, so anything that happens around here between two consenting adults behind closed doors is strictly for recreational (as opposed to procreational) purposes. Yes, it's true, people over 40 ARE still sometimes able to summon up enough energy to...you know.
But enough of that. Out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to talk about my second favourite pastime - making something out of nothing, aka cooking.
Lately we've been trying, with the emphasis on trying to "live a healthy lifestyle" and "eat a balanced diet" but sometimes pure lust gets in the way and we just can't help ourselves.
Last week Mr. M came home from work, looked deep into my baby blues with his brown puppy dog eyes and said, "Mausi, if I shower you with diamonds and pearls will you bake me a Marmorkuchen in that new cake pan you bought when we were on vacation? Pleeeeease? I really, REALLY need cake right now."
And who was I to deny a man in need?
Ahhh, Marmorkuchen - marble cake. Every German boy's dream and pure heaven with a cold glass of milk. If you're not familiar with this cake, you'll be pleased to know that just like ratatouille isn't made with rats, marble cake contains not a single marble. If you remember to brush after meals, your teeth are safe with me.
Since the arrival of baking powder (mass production began in Germany in 1898), cakes like this are often baked in a Gugelhupf (say Google-hoop-pfff and you've got it) pan. You might know it as a tube or Bundt pan. It's really all the same thing although the design may vary somewhat. A traditional Gugelhupf cake , however, is less sweet and more bread-like, made with yeast, raisins and nuts.
Of course you can bake marble cake in a different pan, but somehow it's just not the same. My kitchen is pretty well stocked with bakeware - I've got loaf pans and quiche pans and flan pans and muffin tins ad infinitum, but can you believe that up until August of this year, I never had a Gugelhupf pan? And guess where I finally aquired one? In Vancouver. Actually, my mother bought it for me after asking if there was anything I really needed. ("Besides a new life, you mean?" "Yes, besides that.")
We were checking out all the home decor places and there it was, a nice, sturdy black Gugelhupf pan. And what was stamped on the outside? Why "Made in Germany" of course. *sigh* You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave, I guess.
The weird thing, though, was that this pan was cheaper than any of the ones I'd seen in Germany. Well, cheaper if you disregard the thousand euros or so that I paid for my plane ticket, but as I think I've mentioned before, math was not my strongest subject.
So I was happy, Mum was happy and Mr. M was positively delirious. Cake will do that to a guy, I've been told. I'm beginning to think that all this "understanding the male psyche" stuff may not be quite as difficult as it seems. Looks like the way to a man's heart really IS through his stomach. (I'm still waiting on the diamonds and pearls, though.)
If you, too, want to experience new heights of ecstasy, try out this easy recipe .