It was ethnic food potluck day at church. I admit *sorry ladies* that I was sceptical of the whole idea. We're a bunch of Caucasian Canadians that live in a rural area where the most ethnic food around is the box of beef Taquitos in the freezer section of our local grocery store.
I was wrong, so wrong. The food was simply amazing. Someone made a Curried Chicken dish, Spaetzle, Curried Eggs, Pumpernickel Bread, a Mexican pie that was all cheesy and delicious, scalloped potatoes with sauerkraut in them. There were these little beef rolls with asparagus in them. I forget what they were called.
And then there were the desserts! A huge German Chocolate Cake, Kolaches, a delicious German Chocolate Pie. Baklava, I even got to take some home! And my very favorite a delicious flan.
Now what I made.
Pride goes before a flop. Yes, it does. I thought we couldn't do it. They could. I couldn't. I will be quiet from now on...Well for the next two minutes.
I decided to make a Black Forest Cake. I love making cakes and never have an excuse to make them. I tried to make it as authentic as possible, using simple syrup and authentic thin cake layers.
I made the cake, bought the cream and cherries. I was going to assemble it early Sunday morning so the cherries wouldn't discolour the cream.
I made the simple syrup, and got everything out to whip the cream. I poured three quarters of the cream into a chilled bowl and started whipping. My cream simply wouldn't whip. It would NOT whip. I tried and tried. I switched the beaters on the mixer. I tried again with the remaining cream. No luck. What was I going to do? All this cake and no cream. I checked to see if I had any eggs. I had one, single, solitary egg and lots of milk. I made a little custard and cooled it right away. Then I mixed the custard with, dare I say it Dream Whip. I layered the cake with the mixture and the cherries.
And for the top, the beautiful top, supposed to be covered in whipped cream rosettes. I glopped the rest of the cherries on it.
Have you ever had any really disappointing food flops?
An occasion where you had to eat your words? (Couldn't resist)