I’ve spent this week trying my best to get some satisfaction from this German Apple Cake. OK, maybe not my best, but I did make it twice and I’m still thinking about making it again with some more tweaks. The first time I made it just like the recipe said to. Except, I forgot the 1/2 cup of butter in the cake layer. The second time I remembered all of the ingredients but decided to kick it up a notch with the addition of almond extract, more apples and slivered almonds on top. It’s good, don’t get me wrong, it’s just not satisfying.
I found myself making excuses for it. “It’s not exciting but it is pleasant.” “It’s just a nice little tea cake.”
I tried to imagine it with a few more changes. Maybe if I got a layer of butter hot, then poured the cake batter in, the bottom would be nice and crunchy with a little bit of a salty/sweet taste. Maybe if I added more vanilla to the cake batter. Maybe if I spiced up the apples. Maybe, maybe, maybe. How many times do you tweak a recipe? And why?
This morning, as I sat tasting the cake and commenting like I was at a wine tasting, the conversation went like this.
Josh “Why are you spending so much time on this cake?”
Me “I just feel like it has promise.”
Josh “I’ll tell you what has promise, those other 52 Cakes you are going to make!”
OK! I give up! I’m not even posting the recipe for this one. But I made a cake. 2 Cakes!