||[Mar. 17th, 2006|08:54 pm]
|||||The pounding techno beat of my migraine||]|
Due to ill health, I have spent an even more disproportionate amount of my time idly surfing the web and perusing LJ today. This led me to explore an LJ community snappily titled "bakebakebake." Being a bit of a foodie, I entertained hopes that I might discover some tasty new recipes and culinary tips. Not so. But I was amused by the following recipe for a confection called (wildly optimistically, in my opinion) Poke Cake. The ingredients, if they can be so termed, are :
1 pack white or yellow cake mix (though I'm sure if you wanted to be more creative you could branch out and use pyschedelic pink or ultramarine)
1 pack jello
water as directed on the jello pack
1 container cool whip (which I assume is some kind of synthetic cream product)
I rather lost heart having read down that little list, but I believe the method comprised making-up the cake mix as per the packet directions, using the jello as a filling and then dousing the end result in the cool whip. Perhaps it's just me, but this seems to be stretching the term "baking" to it's uttermost limits. Randomstring has a friend who is currently residing in the States and she assures him that even women who aspire to Martha Stewart levels of domesticity produce similar concoctions. Obviously America does have world class chefs and a perfectly credible national cuisine (of sorts), but I fear that Poke Cake has reinforced some of my worst prejudices concerning vast swathes of the population there. I am currently visualising Homer Simpson munching messily away at a slice inbetween glugs of Duff beer...