One of the fondest memories I have from growing up is picking up my grandmother from work. My grandmother was a cafeteria lady at an elementary school back in the 70s-80s (back when they cooked real food with real ingredients). She always brought the leftover chocolate chip cookies and I remember sitting in the back seat of our royal blue Lincoln smiling from ear to ear because those were THE best cookies I'd ever tasted. As an 8 year-old, I thought my grandmother was a MASTER baker and every holiday she would make red velvet cake. I was never a cake fan, but the red velvet cake was soooo delicious. But time goes on and grandmothers age and pass away and memories fade. As an adult I searched high and low for that red velvet cake that Lola Parks used to make, but every red velvet cake I met tasted like chocolate cake.
Here's a tidbit for you that you may not know, if you don't like red velvet cake, it's because it is made wrong...if it tastes like chocolate cake it is wrong, wrong, wrong!
When I went to Cake Bar, I ordered the red velvet cake, I always do, hoping and praying that I will bite into a super moist cake that takes me back to my grandmother's little kitchen. I didn't even wait to get home I opened it and took a bite in the car. I fully expected to taste chocolate cake. My husband stared at me hoping as well because he had been on this journey with me, hearing all these years about my love for red velvet cake except it doesn't taste like what most people know as red velvet cake. I had tried to describe the taste to him, but because he had never tasted Lola Parks' red velvet cake, I think he had gotten to the point that he didn't even believe me when I would take one bite of red velvet cake and throw it in the trash and say, "nope, that's not it!" I opened the cake bar container and took a deep breath. I hadn't realized that I was actually holding my breath! I slowly took a bite...the cake didn't even have to rest on my tongue long before my body went into a state of euphoria! My taste buds said, "that's it!" and it was like the rest of my body cheered, "THAT'S IT!!" Maybe my eyes rolled to the back of my head, but I couldn't breathe yet, I had to take another bite. My husband staring deep into my face like, "Well???". I couldn't even speak, I just smiled. I was taken back to sitting at the kid's table eating red velvet cake in Lola Parks little kitchen, kicking my feet, savoring every bite.
This was love, this was family, this was home. This was red velvet cake!!
*minus those godforsaken nuts...I will let them pass because the cake was so delicious.*
You have to wow the pants off of me to get a five star rating! I never want to be those raters that give fives (or ones) and my judgement becomes questionable. Like I said, I am not a cake fan, but they did other things right! The super, super moist pumpkin bread, the hearty banana nut bread...and the banana pudding only had one slice of banana (yes, I am that person that doesn't like bananas in the banana pudding or peaches in the peach cobbler). I would have loved to have way more cookie in the pudding, but honestly the pudding stands alone quite nicely!
I miss grandmother's love in cooking, it is something this world needs desperately, but I'm alright, alright, alright if I can get that anytime I order Cake Bar's red velvet cake....I've been there twice in a week already! read more