Friday night I was in my mom’s kitchen cooking while my 14-year-old daughter, who I affectionately refer to as Drama Queen, “helped.” My mom was out of town and to be perfectly honest I prefer her kitchen to what I have to cook in, so we commandeered her place for a while.
As I was assembling a feast of tri-tip sandwiches, grilled corn, roasted peppers and other assorted tastiness, my daughter asked if she could bake a cake. Looking around at the mess I figured what the hell and asked what she had in mind. DQ mentioned that grandma had a strawberry cake mix and some strawberry frosting plus the strawberries we bought on the way over.
“Huh?” She replied.
“Break it…” I said while rolling my eyes. “It means, uh, to tell me what you want to do.”
I was informed that grandma has two heart shaped cake pans and that my daughter wanted to make two cakes and put sliced fresh strawberries between the two. Thus the three layers are the “triple” in Triple Strawberry Cake. Of course the three types of strawberry (cake, frosting, fresh) could also be the triple. Use whichever you prefer.
Her Majesty followed the directions on the box and with a little help got the batter distributed evenly into to greased heart shaped pans. We popped the cakes in the oven as we popped tri tip sandwiches into our bellies and after letting the cakes cool off crossed our fingers and hoped that nothing stuck to the pan.
We dodged a bullet when both cakes came out clean and as she began placing sliced strawberries on the first layer, I suggested putting a thin layer of frosting for the strawberries to grab on to. After that it was another thin layer of frosting on the bottom of the second layer to once again make sure the strawberries didn’t move around. At least that’s the story I was giving my daughter.
At this point you’re probably saying, “Dude (or whatever name you would use) this is a box cake with store bought frosting. What’s so special about this?”
It was special because of the bonding moment we had while working on this and because of the fact that my daughter would rather bake a cake with her old man than go to Hulu and watch Glee or some other girlie show. The secret ingredient in this cake is love and love makes every recipe better.
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