When I was little my dad would beg my mom to make Pineapple Upside Down Cakes for any occasion, and whenever she agreed, he would dance around the house with the joy of a school boy. I was less than overjoyed to say the least.
I didn’t like most fruits when I was young, a fact that I find hard to believe now. I didn’t like apples because I thought they were too hard, I didn’t like oranges because of the peeling involved, and I have no idea why I didn’t like strawberries… probably because my big brother told me I didn’t and I believed him. I absolutely did not like coconut and I still don’t. I have tried it several times, although usually by mistake. Is there anything worse that picking a chocolate out of box and biting into it, only to realize you choose the icky coconut piece? Needless to say I always gave away any Mounds or Almond Joys to my brother after trick-or-treating. Because I hated coconut, I logically decided (with my sound seven year old logic) that I hated all fruit flavors from the tropical genre, pineapple included. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Pineapple, especially fresh pineapple, is delicious!
Equipped with this new knowledge, one of my friends recommended baking a pineapple upside down cake for my list and I thought I would give it a try. This past weekend I celebrated my mom’s birthday, and in what Kevin would call a “two birds move,” I volunteered to bake the cake. No mixes used here, this was a scratch effort. I blended my flour, sugar and eggs together and the resulting batter took me right back to my childhood. The taste was so sweet it made my throat itchy. I remembered licking the bowl when I was little and vowing never to buy a spatula when I had kids, so as not to rob them of that joy. I hated my mom’s spatulas; wooden spoons left behind so much more. I poured my batter over my pineapple and brown sugar mix, and popped it in the oven. It came out beautifully (pictures coming soon) and tasted even better.
So now that I know I can do it… Dad, get ready to dance with joy for Father’s Day!!
5 down; 25 to go
I didn’t like most fruits when I was young, a fact that I find hard to believe now. I didn’t like apples because I thought they were too hard, I didn’t like oranges because of the peeling involved, and I have no idea why I didn’t like strawberries… probably because my big brother told me I didn’t and I believed him. I absolutely did not like coconut and I still don’t. I have tried it several times, although usually by mistake. Is there anything worse that picking a chocolate out of box and biting into it, only to realize you choose the icky coconut piece? Needless to say I always gave away any Mounds or Almond Joys to my brother after trick-or-treating. Because I hated coconut, I logically decided (with my sound seven year old logic) that I hated all fruit flavors from the tropical genre, pineapple included. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Pineapple, especially fresh pineapple, is delicious!
Equipped with this new knowledge, one of my friends recommended baking a pineapple upside down cake for my list and I thought I would give it a try. This past weekend I celebrated my mom’s birthday, and in what Kevin would call a “two birds move,” I volunteered to bake the cake. No mixes used here, this was a scratch effort. I blended my flour, sugar and eggs together and the resulting batter took me right back to my childhood. The taste was so sweet it made my throat itchy. I remembered licking the bowl when I was little and vowing never to buy a spatula when I had kids, so as not to rob them of that joy. I hated my mom’s spatulas; wooden spoons left behind so much more. I poured my batter over my pineapple and brown sugar mix, and popped it in the oven. It came out beautifully (pictures coming soon) and tasted even better.
So now that I know I can do it… Dad, get ready to dance with joy for Father’s Day!!
5 down; 25 to go
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