I celebrated my birthday this past week in a pretty low-key fashion. I had a couple of interviews and treated myself to an ODB at Voodoo Doughnuts. It’s funny how the significance of the celebration has changed as I’ve aged. As a kid, I had fabulous themed-parties, think Cabbage Patch Kids and Garfield, and the birthday just before sixth grade started was a New Kids on the Block concert at the South Dakota State Fair.
Joey looked at me.
Of course, my mom made me a birthday cake every year, usually matching the party theme. And of course, she continued to make me a cake every year well into my 30s, but a favorite, angel food, had emerged.
She’s cornered the market on angel food cake. It needs no fruit, no frosting, or no whipped cream. It’s a moist, delicious slice of heaven that requires no plate or fork. To really appreciate Marilyn’s angel food cake, you just cut a portion and break little bite-sized pieces off. You’re past eating cake at that point; you’re partaking in a spiritual communion bigger than the body. You’re ingesting clouds.
She should call them “Revival Cakes” and market them as the panacea for all ills.
She even sent me one this week. It even arrived on my birthday. It was packed so well it was almost in perfect shape.
I am not too proud to tell you that I took down Cloud City in three days. Sorry, Lando.
Although I like to bake cakes, I refuse to learn the angel food recipe. All I know for certain is that it requires 12 egg whites and I don’t want to attempt this because I know I could never master it like she has. Cloud maker, I am not.
In honor of birthdays and cakes, I thought it would be fun to photo blog my favorite cakes, so for your viewing pleasure: