I’m crazy. I’m the type of person that bakes eight cakes on a 34 degree Melbourne day. Two would have been probably been sufficient, and make for a much cooler house too. But, anyway. I have a secret.
I like to bake. (That’s no secret). Although, what you may not know is that a simple chocolate cake doesn’t do the trick for me.
Multiple layers, crazy cutting, expensive shopping lists and way too much licking of the mixing bowl seems to be how it pans out. All. the. time.
But when it comes to baking, cakes that rise unevenly are the bane of my existance.
I bake, I freeze, I cut and I ice. It’s inefficient and I eat way too much left over cake. Especially with the ganache. (Perfect opportunity to make sure they work together, right?)
Anyway. One evening, after a stressful afternoon of cutting & levelling and then cutting & assembling a checkerboard cake, I was shared a secret.
It was crazy.
Wrap your cake tin in a wet tea towel.
And as Tahlia’s mum said, ‘What better place to have a fire than in your oven’. Valid point.
So I tried it.
Today, I tried it again.
It still blows my mind.
Do try this at home.
But for now, keep cool & enjoy your Sunday.