memory lane monday

As a child I always LOVED eating cake batter. In fact, I think I loved the batter much more than the actual cake. My mom would always tell us that the raw eggs in the batter would make us sick so she would get most of the batter out of the bowl before she handed it to us (she obviously wasn't too worried about it though since she would always eventually hand over the goods). I never once got sick from it. Although most adults outgrow their childish taste palate, cake batter is one thing that I have not outgrown. I still LOVE it. I'm not sure why. But instead of just eating the little tiny remnants my mom left for me as a child, I now eat it by the spoonful whenever I bake cakes from scratch. I'm not kidding, the spoonful. And no one can stop me.

So this past week, I saw a Strawberry Shortcake Cake online (dubbed "Strawberry Delight" by my brother-in-law). I just HAD to make it, and I HAD to do it soon. I never make labor-intensive desserts for just Luis and me, but since we were having his brother and sister-in-law over for dinner one last time before their big move, it was the perfect opportunity to try it out (and the perfect opportunity for me to eat cake batter). And it was delish :)