It’s true, it is all my fault. I baked it and she ate it, all of it. The worst part, I don’t regret a thing.
Little did I know that pineapple upside down cake would be my wife’s Achilles heel. Talk about the best of intentions gone wrong.
In the not so distant past my wife asked me to bake her a cake for work. So, being the loving husband, I quickly agreed. But what to bake? One can never go wrong with chocolate cake, and you could always get away with cupcakes. Then it hit me. I’d been craving it for months, pineapple upside down cake. It had been years since that sweet pineapple goodness had wowed my taste buds. In fact, that ooey gooey goodness was just what we needed.
Naturally, she was a bit skeptical and even gave me a weird look while saying, “pineapple upside down cake…” To which I informed her that Don Draper wasn’t the only good thing to come out of the 60s and asked her to trust me.
I hit the market and gathered the supplies needed and baked one full size cake and a little mini cake for us to share. There was no way I was going to send her to work with that masterpiece and not have some for myself. After all, the whole point of making this was to satisfy that hankering I had, I mean… make a cake for my lovely wife… yeahhhhh
Pineapple Upside Down Cake
1 box yellow cake mix (any brand)
1 medium jar maraschino cherries (drained)
¼ c. coarsely chopped walnuts
1 cube butter or margarine
½ c. butter and flour to coat a 9×13 inch cake pan
½ box brown sugar ( 2 2/3 c.)
First butter & flour your pan. Drain the pineapple & cherries. While these drain place the cube of butter and brown sugar in a sauce pan over medium heat. Stiring often until melted. Place pineapple cherries and walnuts on baking pan. Pour melted butter and brown sugar over pineapple. Mix cake mix as for directions on box. Pour over sugar mixture. Place in preheated 350 oven for 45-50 minutes.
The next morning, she and my Mona Lisa were off. I of course sampled a bit of our mini cake and was very happy with the results. Now I just had to wait for her to report back.
Would you believe my wife returned home looking a pale shade of green? And being the concerned baker, I thought, “Could something be wrong with my cake?” Of course, my wife’s well being was my top concern, but we’re talking cake here.
NOPE… wasn’t the cake. In fact, the cake was a huge success and the pan was licked clean… by none other than my wife.
So, for the next few minutes she recounted the day and told me in detail how she found herself going back for more. One more little bite, just a small slice, and like a great white gorging itself on a whale carcass she kept going back for more and more.
While the cake was delicious and enjoyed by some, I’m official barred from making it again.