My Bubby turned 9 today. While at the grocery yesterday, he commented that he liked the strawberry cakes. So strawberry cake it was. I surfed the internet for a recipe that didn’t require a cake mix or strawberry Jell-O and found one that I thought would work at A Dash of Sass. Since I can never follow a recipe exactly as it is written, I made some modifications. Since I am lazy crunched for time I didn’t strain the berries as Kate recommended; I don’t think this had a negative effect on the finished cake. Also, since my mixer is out of commission still, I did most of it in the blender:
Easy Strawberry Blender Cake
- 3 cups flour (I used spelt)
- 4 1/2 tsp. Baking powder
- 1 tsp salt
- 2 cups sugar
- 1/2 cup vegetable oil
- Frozen strawberries (enough to yield 2 cups of frozen strawberry puree with some left over for garnish)
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- 1 teaspoon lemon juice
- 4 eggs
Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
Flour a 9×2″ and a 6×2″ cake pan; set aside.
In a large mixing bowl combine flour, salt and baking powder.
Defrost strawberries slightly; scoop a few out and set aside. Dump the rest in the blender and puree.
Add eggs, oil, vanilla and lemon juice. Puree until smooth.
Add sugar and blend until mixed thoroughly.
Dump contents of blender into dry ingredients. Stir until just blended.
Pour batter into prepared pans. Bake 26 to 28 minutes.
Okay, if you pour this batter into three pans you might get it to bake in 26-28 minutes. I, however, overfilled my pans causing the small one to overflow in the oven and create a horrible burned smell in the kitchen. Overfilling the pans also resulted in a cook time of about 40 minutes. 😦
Combine the reserved strawberries with a softened stick of butter and as much confectioner’s sugar as you need to make the frosting a spreadable consistency.
While the cake is cooling, take your family to Wilderness Crossing to bowl. While you are there, open gifts. Dylan got to open a gift every time one of us got a strike. We aren’t very good bowlers; it took a long time to get the few presents opened. One of Bubby’s favorite gifts was the pocket knife his father gave him. When he was much younger he asked when he could get a knife like his dad carries. Instead of saying, “When you get older.” I said, “When you are nine.” Nine seemed a long way away then. Now he is nine and he has his knife. He is ready for it.
The bowling alley is also a good place for a birthday dinner (if you are 9). Drink some lemonade. Eat some pizza. Go home, wish your Bubby happy birthday and eat some blender cake.