One day I just woke up and had a crazy sweet tooth. It happened because I had a sudden realization that there were NO sweet things to eat in my fridge or pantry. No cookies, no chocolate, no cake — it was catastrophic.
It’s kind of like that ‘you only want what you can’t have’ sort of thing. And at that moment I could not satisfy my sweet tooth, even if I had one or not, hence I psychosomatically gave myself a sweet tooth to fix this most gravest of problems.
And of ALL the sweet things to choose from in that moment to save the day, I chose to make marble pound cake. That was what I knew would immediately solve this problem. Marble pound cakes were one of the few sweet things I grew up on. They were even my birthday cakes as opposed to the ultra sugary pre-made and pre-frosted white cakes you would get at the supermarket. But for me they were still sweet and they were always so delicious.
When assembling a marble pound cake, the swirl is the most satisfying part. Whenever I slice into the cake I always gasp and go like “oh look I made this!” Because when you swirl the batter before putting in the oven I always think: “Oh no did I over mix it?” “Did I ruin it?” “Is it gonna come out without a swirl cause the two batters just seeped together?”
Well each time it comes out right and the marble patterning is just lovely. It’s like when a singer performs a song multiple times – though it is the same song, the performance is never the same, each rendition is unique and beautiful in its own way. And I guess it’s the same when making marble pound cakes, but it’s not as romantic.