So I found a recipe for a yummy frozen dessert and decided to make it for Dec. 26. It called for ladyfingers; have you tried to find ladyfingers in a grocery store in December? Let me stop you before you waste your time. So I decided to substitute something I made, instead of just buying an angel food cake or shortcakes. Silly me.
I found a recipe for a sponge cake, in a cookbook I have always loved: How to Cook Everything. This is one of those great, comprehensive cookbooks that you can count on to teach you how to cook any obscure vegetable, or to give you any number of chicken recipes when you've run out of ideas.
So I found a sponge cake recipe in this great cookbook. And maybe this was all my fault, because I chose that instead of the angel food in the cookbook, solely on the basis of the sponge cake called for five eggs instead of eight. I have a lot of cooking to do between now and Tuesday, so I don't want to run out before I can get back to a store. [I'm like Shanon; if there is a store open on Christmas Day, I certainly don't want to be shopping there.]
I followed the directions for the alternate version -- again, it's all my fault. I was really suspicious that it was going to work without separating the eggs. But I was just trying to save time. So silly.
I wish I'd taken a picture for you, but it was so depressed. The cake came out totally flat and dense. Ugh. Fortunately, for the dessert I was making, it worked out OK -- I just needed chopped up bits of cake, and since this cake still tasted fine, I could use it. But thank goodness I didn't want to serve it as a cake.
My point: much as I love them -- my collection is quite large -- cookbooks and recipes only get you so far in this world. Instinct is more important in the kitchen.