Whipped Cream Cake is a name that fits in with my perception of Home Ec in the 1950's. I can picture milk glass bowls, formica tabletops, and this cake, with marascino cherries on the side. I don't know why. But there you go.
January 3, 2010
(WOW, that's the first time I've written down the year and it is odd)
Name of cake: Whipped Cream Cake
Constituents: a tender light yellow cake made with whipped cream
This cake is a winner. It is so feathery light in texture, moist yet not dense with a lovely vanilla flavor. Not only that, but it is a snap to put together. Heavy whipping cream is beaten to stiff peaks, to which eggs and vanilla are added. Next comes the sugar, and then the dry ingredients (flour, baking powder, salt) are folded in. Done!
There was only one minor snag. I was sick last week and the lingering congestion has impaired my sense of smell, and yet as I began beating the cream I noticed it smelled a bit sour. I was over at Cookie's house and she told me she also had heavy cream, so I dumped out mine and measured out hers. 40 grams short! Nobody was interested in leaving the house so I added in a couple of tablespoons of butter with the eggs. There is no butter or oil in this recipe because it is supplied by the milk fat in the cream, so I decided that adding butter could make up for the missing grams of cream. A gamble, but it seems to have paid off!
Cookie was so impressed by the lightness of this cake. She said that it would be a good substitute--nay, an even better option--than an angel food cake.
We served the cake initially with a little bit of defrosted berries, but I think that the berries detract from the cake. It is really nice plain, with a little powdered sugar and maybe a cup of tea.
I really don't have much else to say about this cake, it was so simple and straightforward. Cookie, her husband, her brother-in-law's brother and I ate the cake while playing the Harry Potter edition of Clue--which is so much fun--and a good time was had by all. In between games we watched the movie 9 and I worked on the first pair of Olympic mittens. A good Sunday, spent with the best of friends and a delicious cake.