Desserts are an important part of cuisine. Anikó Mészáros tells what happens when you find a really good recipe.
Last week our French flatmate had to bake a cake for a party with her colleagues. She is a very accurate girl – and a scientist – so she thought it would be good to run some tests first. As the tests meant more cakes, we, the flatmates strongly agreed with her.
First we had to choose the recipe. We googled a lot of cheesecakes but weren’t convinced. At last she remembered a recipe for an unnamed and very simple cake by one of her guests from almost a year ago. It seemed to be the perfect choice, because the best recipes come from friends and not from Google.
It’s very-very-very easy to prepare. It goes like this: take one mug of flour, two tablespoons of yeast, one mug of sugar, half a mug of yoghurt, three eggs and 150 grams of (melted) butter and mix them. Let it “rest” for 20 minutes.
You have to add some fruits as well. Which – the choice is yours. We picked banana and blackberry jam. They turned out to be a great combination! We smashed two bananas and added them to the dough, together with a little “björnbär” jam. Literally translated it means “bearberry”. How sweet is that!
After 20 minutes the dough can go into the oven in a proper bowl. The recipe says 20 minutes of baking time on 175 degrees. If you’re so lucky
that you can trust your oven, I envy you. Our oven has its own personality. It has a taste, actually. There are meals the oven likes: it doesn’t bake them but keeps them inside as long as possible. And there are meals the oven thinks we shouldn’t eat: it burns them in a second so that we must throw them out.
Our cake belongs to the first group. After 20 minutes it was nicely tanned outside but totally raw inside. We covered it with aluminium foil and started to look at travel photos. After another 20 minutes we remembered we had a cake in the oven…and it was perfect!
The guys arrived home from 
the gym just in time. According to their test results, the cake was ready for the party. Therefore, next evening our scientist baked the second cake: the one for the party. And, to make sure we wouldn’t eat it during the night, a third one – only for us!
