By the time Saturday afternoon rolls around, I’m one tired puppy. It’s the end of my work-week and after a long day of being charming, all I want to do is vegetate. It’s much more difficult to be upbeat and pleasant at 60 than it was at 49. Hell. Tying my shoes is more difficult at 60 than it was at 49.
Eating is not more difficult. And it is always so nice to come home to a dinner already planned and dessert just coming out of the oven. Really nice.
I was planning a meatloaf tonight but when I got home Victor had pulled Crab Cakes out of the freezer and had a pound cake in the oven. He said he was cooking. I said I was eating. A perfect match!
The store-bought crab cakes can be a bit loose, so he breaded them to add a bit of extra crunch. Fries out of the freezer, peas out of the freezer. He made a quick tartar sauce of mayonnaise, pickles, and a splash of worcestershire sauce. It was perfect.
And the Pound Cake was just divine!
The recipe comes from his standby cook book – Better Homes and Gardens. It’s an old one that has been around forever. He tweaks it to suit his mood. It suited my mood, perfectly!
Pound Cake
- 1 cup butter
- 4 eggs
- 2 cups flour
- 1 cup sugar
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1/4 tsp baking soda
- pinch salt
- juice of 1 orange
Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs 1 at a time. Mix flour, salt, baking powder and soda. Mix ricotta and juice. Add slowly alternating with the juice.
Spread into a loaf pan and bake at 325° for 55-65 minutes.
To make it even better, he melted some orange marmalade and glazed the top.
Yum.
It was moist and tender with a perfect crumb and crust.
And there’s more for tomorrow!