Do you ever get the feeling that you have forgotten something important?
Not something monumental like forgetting you kid at daycare, but something embarrassing (and expensive) like leaving the lawn sprinklers on all night. It's funny how the mind works. You remember that you forgot something, but not what you forgot. Talk about irony.
Well that is how I felt Saturday afternoon in my pre NFL Superbowl baking frenzy. I was trying out a new recipe for Condensed Milk Pound Cake and the whole time I was mixing the batter I had this nagging suspicion that something was wrong. The batter came together easily, but it just didn't look right. I thought my anxiety might be over the eggs (the egg whites had looked goopier than normal).
But they passed the "sniff" test and the finished batter looked and tasted fine.
In the end I ignored the "some thing's not right" feeling, poured the batter into the pan, and started baking.
It hit me about 15 minutes later: SUGAR.
I had forgotten to add the 1/2 cup of sugar that the recipe called for. Damn, damn, damn.
It was too late the pull the batter out of the oven, and I didn't have another can of condensed milk to start the pound cake over. Did I already say damn? Damn. Note to self, if you feel like you have forgotten something, YOU HAVE.
Stop, take a breather and review the recipe. Mother Nature gave you those instincts for a reason, girly.
Anyway, here is the finished pound cake. It looked okay, but it was definitely not sweet enough to be called dessert. But all was not lost. Once I slathered it with icing (leftover from my Geaux Saints Sugar Cookies) my low-sugar pound cake tasted just fine.