So I looked in my ancient recipe box for my carrot cake recipe. My big sister gave me this recipe box when I was first married, 50 years ago,
and it survived the fire because I didn't send it into storage.
Inside the lid it says this:
Many of the index cards in the box are recycled ones from the time in my life when I was working on this book:
(OMG) which means they have things like this written on the back:
What a hoot.
However, I could not find the recipe. I had all the cards out and threw away some rubbish, but kept various dubious items, in this case below because my mother wrote it:
And this, below, because Zoë wrote it as a child before she became a vegetarian, and it reminds me of the era when she and Isaac were young:
I've kept this one below because Mary was going to give me the recipe. You can see it is ludicrously incomplete - I don't know why. At the time, I liked cooking and she didn't, and I remember she and John making this one evening for guests who were coming and I called round to see her and insisted she witness my will, NOW! because I couldn't wait, because that's the kind of person I am, and she was really annoyed with me. And now - more than 25 years later, it's morphed into a happy memory.
Who me? Sentimental?
The point is, though, that I could not find the recipe I was looking for - a terrific carrot cake recipe unlike any I have seen anywhere else. I didn't look for it in my hand written recipe book which I got a few years ago, because I could see the recipe in my mind's eye on a card (though obvs not in useful detail).
So I texted Zoë, and she emailed me her friend's recipe that she said is the most amazing carrot cake she's ever tasted. I doubted this, because mine is the best.
Anyway, I made the cake and tasted the raw mixture from the bowl, which tasted disgusting, because of the baking soda, I hoped. All mixtures with baking soda in taste horrid, don't they?
The cake looked fine when it came out of the oven, but as I only ever intended to give half the massive cake to my friend (because of her tiny post-virus appetite) I cut a sliver and tasted it. It was still warm. I was dubious. There was still that baking soda taint.
So I thought I might make another one, and I asked Dave to go through the recipe box for me and to see if he could find it. This was a vain hope, because he is lousy at finding things, but the fact that I asked him is a measure of my desperation. He couldn't find it, but he said 'Have you looked in that book that you write recipes in?'
'No,' I said. 'It's not there, because I haven't made it since I got that book.'
'Look anyway,' he said.
So I did. And it was the first recipe in the book. I must have written it out and then thrown the card away.
This morning I woke up and cut a tiny bit of the cake and it tasted fine. Not as nice as my recipe, but good enough.
The recipe said 'ice with cream cheese, icing sugar and almond essence,' but I had no cream cheese and no hope of getting any. There was a tub of mascarpone in the depths of the freezer with a best before date of 2012. I opened it. Hmm.
It smelled fine.
I rang my little sister - a talented cook - and she said 'Sure! If it smells OK, it is OK. Use icing sugar and grated orange rind but not orange juice.'
I asked on Twitter. One person said - 'Yes, use it.'
I texted my friend, Het:
Dave agreed with Het but I thought they were being namby-pamby.
So I sieved in icing sugar and added finely grated orange rind and as it tasted of nothing, I added orange juice.
It was far too sloppy, so I rang my sister. She said 'I told you not to add juice!'
'Well, I have no memory these days,' I said. 'If I don't write it down, I forget.'
'You'll have to give it separately, as a sauce.'
'I can't do that. I want to put it on the cake and package it up and leave it on her doorstep.'
'Well, use butter and icing sugar and the grated rind of an orange.'
I did that. It looks fine. It tastes good, too.
I just updated Dave on the state of play, and he was relieved: he had been horrified at the idea of my using the ancient mascarpone.
'But it was fine. It didn't smell of anything!' I said.
'Neither does death, but it's quite important.'
5 comments:
I loved so much of this; the old recipe folder, the recipe for happy children, and the debate over the out-of-date cheese. Carrot cake is my favourite and always triggers a game of "Grandma Bingo", where we can totally predict what my mum will say; in this case "I don't like all that gunge on the top".
Love this.
I just read your comment again, Helen.
I love the idea of Grandma Bingo.
I had the very same recipe box which I bought in a charity shop and it was superseded by a clear perspex box then a ring binder. I still have some of those recipes (and use them) carefully typed and pasted on filing cards now inserted into plastic wallets in the ring binder.
How amazing that you had the same box!
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