I had this post all ready to go yesterday, but I couldn't post it because I couldn't take a picture of my food. Why, you ask? Well, the reliable weatherman stated that yesterday would be clear skies. Did we have clear skies? Noooooo. So I couldn't take a photo before I left for work.
I decided to make this cake this week, as opposed to last week, because I wanted to make it for Easter.
Did I make it for Easter?
Does that ever happen to you? You have grandiose dreams of making tons of food and desserts, only to make... nothing?
Well, I did make something. A fantastic cheesecake/chocolate mousse cake concoction that I saw on Doughmesstic. But that was made the day prior.
Here is how I envisioned it:
I wake up on a beautiful Easter Sunday morning. I lace up my sneakers and go running outdoors, savoring the spring smells that waft through the air. I return home and, after a refreshing shower, head to church to give props to Jesus (I'm normally not a church-goer, but with the recent passing of my grandmother, I wanted to attend). After giving due props to Jesus, I go get a haircut and a manicure to beautify myself before my first day of work, return home and quickly bake up this Coconut Tea Cake and make another Samoa Tart (which my father has been begging me for since he ate the last one... by himself). I arrive to my Aunt's house, three cakes in tow, all before 3 pm.
Here is how it actually happened:
I woke up groggy and disheveled. I eat a leftover hamburger for breakfast. A LEFTOVER HAMBURGER. With cheese. I intend to go running outside, but instead, hit the treadmill because I don't feel like going running outside. I take a quick shower and then play Call of Duty 2 on X-Box and curse how difficult these new-fangled video games are. "Who can beat these complicated games these days?!" I shout! "And why do they have to look so real? It's freaking me out." I quickly get ready for church, arrive 5 minutes late and almost cut off the Priest as he is about to make his entrance down the aisle. I grumble about the pain in my knees each time we have to kneel in the pew and wonder how everyone always knows exactly what to say in response to the Priest and make funny faces at the 2-year old girl who keeps staring at me two pews ahead. As church is over, I curse to myself (yes, in my head, in church. I'm so bad). "CRAP! It's already 1:30! I can't make any cakes!" I rush home, do my hair, and rush out of my parent's house (I went to church with them), forgetting the one actual cake I made, only to realize it when I arrive at my Aunt's house 30 minutes later. Luckily, my brother likes to arrive fashionably late (read: 1 hour late) and was able to bring the cake (although it was a little worse for wear after the transportation).
So I made the cake last night... at 10 pm. I couldn't do anything pretty to it, like I wanted to. I had visions of candied blood oranges, but the reality was... just a Bundt cake. But I actually loved this cake. I know many bloggers thought it was quite dry, but mine was incredibly moist and light. I omitted the coconut, as I didn't want that texture in the cake, and added a ton of orange zest, which decorated the cake with beautiful little orange flecks throughout it's light yellow interior and flavored the cake beautifully. What I loved most, however, was the sugary crust around the cake. All in all, this one was definitely a winner for me.
I guess it's ok that I forgot to make it for Easter. More for me, right?
Check out Carmen of Carmen Cooks for the recipe!