
My mom has been wanting to make a simple butter cake for a long time but we kept postponing the plan. Last weekend it finally materialized and we made an orange butter cake since we had oranges lying down in the refridgerator. Making the cake reminded me of my childhood days. Those days when anyone made cakes we would hopefully wait until the batter is dished out into the baking pan so that we could relish the sweet creamy batter of sugar,butter,eggs and flour stuck to the dish. The taste experience was orgasmic. But now when I'm all grown up and much more educated, I simply could not bring myself to consume the mixture of raw eggs for the fear of Salmonella and all. But then, those were the good days ain't it? I'm not putting down the recipe here but its basically a 8-6-6-4 combination with orange rind and raisins and the juice of one orange. The outcome: The house was infiltrated with the heavenly aroma of the oranges and the texture of the cake was soft. The cake was made on Saturday evening and now there isnt even one piece left. I guess that should explain everything right.


