My father was a culinary wizard. Literally of the loaves and the fishes variety. He could disappear into that tiny kitchen and reappear one hour later with enough “Hamburger Goulash” for all 12 of us who ate like 40 and enough rice pudding for dessert to finally sink the ship of peckishness.
But cakes defeated him. I can still remember the time he tried his hand at a homemade cake. From scratch a white cake and homemade frosting, unfortunately a boiled frosting. Well he boiled it a little to long and when he went to serve the cake (very pretty 2 layers) it was indestructible. The knife was useless it just slid off the hard candy surface. Very pretty though. Well Dad ended up getting out the hammer and breaking up the frosting enough to shell out the cake. So in the end it was all an adventure. My amazing Dad making a delicious dinner and dessert you need a hammer to eat. But we did!
Photo courtesy of Cleveland Memory. org and Michael Schwartz Library at Cleveland State University.