But we've still got something left to give, to live for
Because neither of the next two nights works for everyone in my family to get together, we celebrated Erev Rosh Hashanah with apples and honey, roast chicken, challah, zucchini (accidental gourd!), and the honeycake my mother and I spent yesterday afternoon baking. I lit candles. I said the blessings. This year it looks like the Shehecheyanu is the important one. Here we still are to see this season in, bitter or sweet, but may it be sweet. May it be sweet. May the writing of our lives be nothing to atone for. L'shanah tovah, all.
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This recipe was in a cookbook written by a Hungarian who came to the US and ran an amazing restaurant in Chicago for many years, but who's to say where he got it? I am now intrigued by the idea of layered honey cakes.
I was puzzled by the raisins, but they sound delicious.
*hunts helplessly for sal volatile* I think you know a lot more about cake than I do, so I'm much obliged.
P.
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What wasn't quite right when you used the egg replacer? Did it feel cloth-y, or was the cake just lean-feeling and not plush enough? There are fixes to either problem if you care to elaborate from memory.