I have a sweet tooth. I started to love pound cake while in Japan. A super fluffy delicious pound cake. It’s divine. Now my sweet box has a piece of pound cake most of the time. While on the weekly shopping tour, we hardly miss the pound cake shelf. I can’t make pound cake as good as store-bought one. But I know that homemade pound cake is a delight.
I recently found out how pound cake got its name. The recipe used a simple 1:1:1:1 ratio of ingredients. Butter, sugar, egg, and flour. I love cake, seriously. It is not about what country, or which tradition. But I love and try to improve my baking whenever I am with it, with new methods.
While going online I came to know that in the Western world, homemade cakes are frequent and they try almost every weekend especially France (I do not know how far accurate is this, since I have no roots at all there) and they can nibble on all the week. When you need something sweet it is there every time. I thought about this. This is just not baking, I think. It is always the love of each other. The piece of cake is not for just one person, it is for your whole family. You do care about your family. How sweet!! Baking unites the family. What do you think?
We Sri Lankans do baking, but it is some kind of alien tradition for us. Our grandparents’ generation has no experience in the concept of “baking”. But the time has changed. Now we do baking most of the time. And cake has become an essential sweet. But we have thousands of years-old sweet recipes. The whole preparation process is about love for each other. When traditional sweets are in preparation whole family get together and countless helping hands available. What a sweet memories!!
Cultures are different but sweets share one common theme, LOVE
Cake or whatever thing, it’s all about love. You share it. You prepare it, with love nothing else is expected.!! Sweets is something always stuck with love and unity I say. What do you think?
