In one
of our very first emails last summer starting to get to know each other in
preparation for our year together in Zambia , Heather mentioned one of
her favorite treats: Funny Cake. She was appalled to learn I had never heard of
such a food, and was clueless about its scientific composure.
Funny
Cake (for all my non-Pennsylvania readers) is a vanilla cake lined with an
amazing chocolate layer and baked in a pie crust. Heather tells me you eat it
for breakfast! Who doesn't like a bit of dessert for breakfast?
Ever
since that day last July when Heather discovered I had never eaten Funny Cake,
she promised me she’d introduce me to this indulgence.
It didn't take long for us to notice that sugar here in Zambia isn't quite the same as
sugar back in the States. The sugar here is processed locally from the sugar
cane fields of Mazabuka. Zambian white sugar is a bit coarser and browner than
the refined white beet sugar we buy in the States. For most purposes, sugar is
sugar and what does the texture and color matter anyway?
For
Funny Cake, it’s a different story. I have learned that to make a real Funny
Cake one must have the true ingredients.
Enter
the sugar packets from Wonderbake.
Heather’s
been collecting sugar packets for months each time she enjoys a cappuccino at
Wonderbake. She was a bit disappointed when the cappuccino man started giving
her only two sugars instead of three, because these little packets are filled
with precious white (actually white) sugar (which is unavailable- as far as we
know- anywhere else in Choma).
Heather
saved and saved the blue and white packets. Some friends even learned of
Heather’s white sugar stash, and donated some sugar packets to her cause.
It was
a special day when Heather mixed all the treasured ingredients for the Funny
Cake (thanks again to Heather’s mom for shipping unavailable ingredients all
the way to Zambia !).
Heather had nearly ½ cup of white sugar from her Wonderbake packets!
Heather
measured and mixed and poured. Then, we put the cake in the oven, set the
timer, and gloried in the delicious smells. All of a sudden I heard an
exclamation and a moan. I hardly knew what was happening. There was an
emergency Skype call to Pennsylvania , and
Heather was almost in tears.
The
Funny Cake ran over the pie plate in the oven.
As a
Funny Cake novice, I didn't know what was so tragic. So, it ran over. So, good thing there’s a cookie sheet in there to
catch the spill…
I knew
it was serious when Heather’s mom said, “Oh, honey… I’m sooo sorry.”
They
tell me a Funny Cake is never the same—never as good—after it runs over. And to
think this might be our sole stab at producing an authentic Funny Cake here in Zambia . If
Shakespeare were sharing this story, it might be categorized as a tragedy-??
Thankfully,
though Heather’s Zambian Funny Cake ran over, it was, well, I’ll let the
pictures speak:
Not
quite as tasty as it should have been (I’m told), but how can you complain when
eating vanilla cake lined with dark chocolate and wrapped in a pie shell for
breakfast?!
And
that, friends, is the tale about Wonderbake sugar packets and the Zambian Funny
Cake. If the electricity stays on and the tea pot doesn't boil over and no one
knocks at the door in the next five minutes, I might be able to gather my
thoughts and tell you another Zambian adventure soon, right after I pepper my
Isuzu’s tyres (increases speed, you know)…
[Did
anyone else love Uncle Wiggily as a
child, or was that just me?]
Alas....I don't ever remember hearing Uncle Wiggily when I was small.
ReplyDeleteSorry Heather your Funny Cake was flopped over the edge. So sad.
Never heard of funny cake. Tell Heather she will have to come bake me one. We won't even have to collect sugar packets.
ReplyDeleteThat looks really good. Make it a party at your house when you and Heather get back and she bakes one for Amy. ;)
ReplyDeleteFunny story! And I certainly hope the Funny Cake recipe will be forthcoming!
ReplyDelete~ Betsy
how tragic. and i don't even like Shakespeare
ReplyDeleteI loved your story, Heather. When I was young, my Dad traveled and brought sugar packets as souvenirs for the kids. One Christmas, when the price of white sugar skyrocketed, I emptied my fish bowl collection of sugar packets and we baked a couple of traditional treats. It's all the sweeter when the sacrifice is significant! :)
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