Step back in time…way, way back to the era of a little girl’s
birthday. I was transported there this morning as I visited with a Rector
neighbor. She had baked her
grandchildren’s favorite cake to take to the family dinner tonight, and was
busy whipping up the frosting. As I
watched and we conversed, I noted her steps and she shared that the recipe was
one she’d always had within her family. When I saw the beater raised from the
mixing bowl, I knew it was my family’s recipe also. I had never made the icing myself, and I only
recall one specific time when Mother, herself, made it. For my birthday – perhaps age 3 – because I
recall that we were in the kitchen of our little house on Crestwood.
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The cake did not
matter as much as the frosting. Our
family’s basic recipe involved simple syrup and 4 egg whites plus 1 T sugar beaten
into peaks by an experienced hand with a faultless rhythm. The red handled “egg-beater” was used with
skill to create stiff peaks within a Wesson Oil gray crock boasting a blue band
and blue lettering. Once the simple
syrup (1 cup water, 1 cup sugar cooked to the string stage) was added in, a
stand mixer could be used to create the fluffy, stiff-peaked frosting. Add a teeny-tiny dot of red food coloring,
and voila’! Pink Icing!
Want to lick the beaters?
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