I love to bake. At least, in the U.S. I loved to bake. In Switzerland, I’ve wanted to bake, I’ve tried to bake, but the oven is convection and in celsius… the measurements are in weight, not cups and tablespoons and all our usual things… the baking powder doesn’t act the same. I tell you, it has vexed and perplexed me. Until now. I decided it was time to bake a decent cake. Especially since it rained for like ten days straight. I needed some good, warm, fluffy cake! I did a little research and then I experimented.
And I am happy to report that this week I have made three great cakes, one yellow, one apple-spice and one “Little bit of this, little bit of that.” This is the latter, about to be devoured by the Balinese Garuda given to us as a wedding gift by Stefan’s boss, from his own personal collection. He reports that Garuda is at least 100 years old and was part of a building that was about to be taken down. He was outside in the middle of the building underneath the roof, I guess sort-of like a gargoyle. He has spots of light blue weathered paint and is beautifully hand carved of wood. Cool.
We had a friend over for dinner last night and topped the cake with sliced strawberries. Yum. Our old Italian neighbor, Rina, told me she couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night one night this week and ate my cake in the wee hours. Cake speaks all languages.
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Well heck, I got sucked in by the Garuda and went and read the whole wiki on him/it. What is the significance as a wedding present? Any idea? Or is it just a valuable present?