Wacky Cake

I’m in the process of writing a new cookbook, and inevitably, when I get into recipe development, I start thinking about when I was a kid, learning to bake. For me, as a cookbook author and recipe developer, one of the biggest challenges is creating recipes that are simple and clear enough for people to follow. I have to bear in mind that not everyone has been cooking and baking for the last 20 years, and put myself back into that beginner mindset.

This was compounded when I started visiting my mother’s recipe box. I lost my mom 12 years ago, but I only recently came into possession of her recipe box. The plan is to do some kind of a project with it, and make each of the recipes available to the rest of my family.

But thumbing through those stained recipe cards, written in my mother’s hand (and a few in 12-year-old Becky’s), I’m amazed at the skills I developed. There are no directions on any of her recipes. They are all just a list of ingredients and how long to bake it for. That’s it. It was just assumed you understood that you cream the butters and sugars together, then add the wet ingredients, then finally the dry. It’s no wonder I learned to bake–I had no other choice!

Wacky Cake Recipe

Wacky Cake Recipe written in my mom’s handwriting.

I came across one recipe in my mom’s box that I noted was vegan. Now, we were not vegan, just to be clear. We weren’t even vegetarian. So 98% of these recipes call for butter, milk and eggs. But this one, for some reason, didn’t.

It’s called Wacky Cake, and I thought I’d do a little research on ye ol interwebs about it. Turns out, the recipe was quite popular during WWII when things like butter and eggs were rationed, and scarce. But there were still occasions to celebrate during the war. There were birthdays and weddings and anniversaries. Cake-worthy occasions, that deserved celebration, even in the absence of the requisite ingredients. So they got creative (sounds a lot like what’s happening in the world right now, doesn’t it?)

A recently colourized version of a black and white photo of my mom and dad with my sister, Shelly. My mom is 20.

The recipe calls for a tablespoon of vinegar and also baking soda. Vinegar in an acid, and baking soda is a base. Put the two together? Magic!

Since I started talking about this recipe, so many people have said they have a similar recipe in their families, and universally, this cake is a favourite.

My friend, Chef Nathan Hyam, uses raspberry vinegar in his version. Another friend said they sub the water for coffee for a mocha version of the cake.

Just try it (assuming you can get flour!). I promise this cake does not disappoint.

Oh–the reason it’s called “Wacky Cake” is not just because it lacks milk, butter and eggs. You were also meant to make it by mixing the entire cake in the pan in which it was baked. That’s a little too wacky for me. I made mine in my Kitchen Aid, and I’ll give you directions for that. 😉

Wacky Cake

(recipe courtesy of my mother, Lena Mary Coleman)

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 cups flour
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 3 tbsp cocoa
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1 tablespoon oil (my mom says “salad oil” I assume that means canola or vegetable)
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 tablespoon vinegar

Method:

  1. In a large bowl place the flour, sugar, cocoa, and baking soda, and whisk well to combine. In a separate, smaller bowl, mix together the oil, vanilla, water and vinegar, and whisk well.
  2. Make a well in the middle of the dry ingredients, and pour the wet into it. Whisk just until combined.
  3. This recipe makes one 8″ square cake, one 8″ round cake or 12 cupcakes. Be sure to prepare your pan before pouring in the batter by either greasing and flouring the pans, using cupcake liners, or lining with parchment.
  4. Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven for 25 minutes.

Grocery Shopping During a Pandemic

I know a lot of people hate grocery shopping. They view it as a chore. But personally, I love it. In fact, I do it almost every day.

One of the realities of being me, a food blogger/cookbook author/someone who is unable to deny their cravings is that I need to go to the grocery store almost every day. I’m doing some recipe development, I’m out of coconut milk, off I go… I have a cute little produce store in my neighbourhood I visit often for fresh herbs, lettuce, or apples. It’s just a normal part of my every day life. It gets me out of the house, and I enjoy it.

Of course I do major grocery shops, too. I go to Costco every month or 6 weeks, and do a big box shop once every few weeks. Food is my second biggest expense, next to rent.

But the pandemic has changed all that. That thing that I used to enjoy has now become the thing that gives me anxiety. Lots and lots of anxiety.

I’m writing a new cookbook and I had to got to Costco. I’d been putting it off for weeks and weeks. In fact, right before the lockdown, I attempted to go one morning, but peaced out when I saw the lineup of cars. The situation was pretty desperate.

I made Michael stay home, even though he almost always goes with me to Costco because he loves the hot dogs.

I waited in line for nearly an hour just to get in. I had gloves, I had sanitizer, I had a podcast, I had a list. People were nice. The Costco staff was amazing. But the whole time I was standing there, the whole time I was in the freezer section, all I could think was “this trip to Costco could kill me.”

Me hugging my 10kg bag of flour that cost me more than a few grey hairs.

I know, it’s a long shot. Costco is disinfecting like crazy. The pandemic has actually been quite manageable here in BC. But this thing that I used to do on a daily basis, this thing I loved, has now potentially become deadly. I came out of the experience feeling like I’d lost a year of my life, but I had flour!!! 

It’s weird, because my life, unlike many others’ hasn’t changed significantly since the lockdown. I still work from home every day, I’m just not going to classes, I’m teaching them from home, which has been an adjustment for sure. I miss my face to face classes. I miss my friends. I miss happy hour french fries with Farzana. I miss eating at restaurants.

But I miss grocery shopping most of all. Who knew?

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