By The Wiz
There is a cake, sold at Safeway, (and if you don’t have a Safeway, or it’s not at your Safeway, please don’t come at me with pitchforks) which is my new favorite cake of all time. Please serve it at my funeral (you know, in about 50-60 years time), and every time somebody takes a bite, I want them to say, “Wow, that Wiz? She knew a good cake when she ate one.”
I have never really thought about what food I wanted served at my funeral, (although I would be perfectly happy with traditional ham and potatoes to precede the cake) and I’m glad to finally get that monkey off my back. Whew.
Plus, store bought cakes are easier, so everyone can enjoy the funeral and wonder why random Sondheim musicals are being played (because if anything is going to pull me back from the next life, it’s a good musical, and oh my gosh, this post is turning into what I want at my funeral, which is very strange indeed), instead of being stuck in the kitchen trying not to burn a cake in a ward oven. Although, I’m sure by then ovens will be soooo over.
So, back to the cake: It’s called Marscapone Cheesecake, and fear not, it is awesome. I am not a huge cheesecake fan, and I could eat this every day of my life. It starts off with a layer of just tart enough, super moist, lemon cake. On top of that there’s a thin layer of blackberry, and then the marscapone cheesecake icing, which is dreamy beyond dreamy, then just a touch more blackberry. I totally count it as a serving of fruit. And Dairy. So, it’s way Good For You.
I failed to take a picture, and the Safeway webiste doesn’t have a picture, so I cannot equip your husband with a picture as you send him to the store. (And have you noticed how much easier it is to have your husband shop if you hand him an empty container and say “get the one that looks EXACTLY like this” instead of just telling him to buy…say…laundry detergent? Just a tip for you newlyweds. It becomes unnecessary when you’ve been married longer.)
And if you don’t like it, please don’t email me saying how awful it was, and how much you hated it, and you can’t BELIEVE you wasted money and calories on that. Just let me enjoy the memory of eating a perfect, perfect dessert.
Jami took this picture and sent it to me before she ate the cake. Isn’t it lovely? Although I would like to add that she put the lovely, lovely berries on top before serving it. REPEAT: THE BERRIES ARE NOT SOLD ON THE CAKE. DO NOT LOOK FOR A CAKE WITH BERRIES. UPDATE: THERE WERE BERRIES ON IT. SO LOOK FOR A CAKE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BERRIES. Honestly, I think looking at the label is your best bet. Feel free to add berries later, as I think it’s a nice touch and I wish I had thought of it. Many thanks to her for sending the pic.
And with that, I will now go dig into the leftovers.
And possibly ponder my funeral a little more. And also, wonder if I can go to Broadway shows for free after I’m dead.