Look at that pink Pacman cake. It involved so many things I love - strawberries, butter, sugar & lazy Saturday afternoons. So, it was particularly crushing when after baking, letting cool, icing and popping it into the icebox (sure, that’s not how my country refers to fridges, but I LOVE IT SO MUCH), when I cut into it, I knew sh-t had gone particularly wrong.
I had bookmarked this recipe ages ago. It looked so simple, so trashy (1 cup of oil, jello, 2 cups of sugar, oh my) and involved a sh-t ton of my favourite fruit, the beautiful strawberry. It should have been an edible HOME RUN. Instead it was my first gluten free conversion fail.
So what went wrong? My sub of 1/2 yogurt, 1/2 oil? Was this the one recipe that my gluten free flour could not handle? The picture accompanying the original recipe depicted a petite slice of fluffy strawberry heaven. One slice of this disaster weighs about 2 lbs.
It was supposed to be a light bite. It is a concrete slab of dense cake.
It was supposed to be my new go-to white trash dessert for themed parties. It is going into the trash.