Sock It To Me

Sock It To MeWhen I was growing up, my brother’s absolute favorite dessert was something called Sock It To Me Cake.

If you don’t remember, it’s a bundt cake that starts with a yellow cake mix and and adds sour cream and a cinnamon sugar swirl.  The link takes you to the official recipe, but there are tons of variations.  Ask your grandma for her version, it will make her smile.

(if you’ve never had one, consider this a perfect excuse to go off your diet and try a slice.  it’s pretty yummy. since the cake has sour cream in it, you could even argue it’s a great breakfast food.  or not.)

Hmm, now that I think of it, I think he might disagree about Sock It To Me Cake being his absolute favorite.  He loved strawberry shortcake and Mississippi Mud cake too.  But it was in his top five desserts for sure.

I remember it pretty clearly because, while I would eat Sock It To Me Cake (as long as I picked out the nuts), I wasn’t a big fan of it.  I was of the opinion that desserts should include chocolate.

(i still feel that way.  if it isn’t chocolate, why bother?)

Now that I think about it, that may very well have been why my brother INSISTED on having Sock It To Me Cake for his birthday every year.  He probably enjoyed annoying me.



Anyway… back to the story.

One year, my brother had a very specific request for his birthday cake.  He wanted a WARM Sock It To Me Cake drizzled with extra icing.  Since he also declared he was “too old” for birthday parties any more, my mom game him what he wanted.

(at least, i assume that’s what happened. i was a kid.  my mom didn’t exactly explain why he was getting the cake.  i’ve just always assumed she gave him what he asked for because he was ‘too old’ for parties.)

So she baked the cake and set it on the counter to cool down just enough for the glaze to stick to it.

Then she glazed it and stuck the candles in.

It took a few minutes to get all the family around the table, light the candles, and walk the cake in for my brother.

He blew out the candles after the usual song and was excited to watch the glaze drooping slowly off the still-warm cake.

That’s when my mom went to pull the candles out of the cake to make it easier to cut.

(what? didn’t your mom pull the candles out before cutting?  mine did.)

They were blue candles, and they were stuck.

Each and every blue candle was stuck in the cake.

Puzzled, my mom cut a slice of cake, one cut on each side of a candle.

The knife came out blue – and kind of waxy looking.

With a look of horror, she gently slid out the slice of cake.  Right in the middle, mixed up with the cinnamon swirl, was a big bloom of blue wax.

The cake had been just warm enough to liquidate the candles when they were inserted into the cake.  As the cake cooled, the wax hardened around all that cake goodness.

My mom did her best and salvaged slices of cake from between the candles.  Even then, my brother and I both swore we could taste a vague waxiness.

Sock It To Me Cake + Wax = Bad.

But it does make a funny story.  It’s one of a small handful of birthday cakes I remember from childhood.

(i can recall only chocolate cake for my birthday parties.  score!)

I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten a Sock It To Me cake.  Mmmm.  Yummy.

(and yes, it is still sock week.)

I’d love to hear a birthday cake story today.  Care to share? 

[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]Houston Mom Blogger Susan Baker has a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood. She has two elementary school boys, one engineering husband, and one cat. She has a strange fascination  for eggs, socks, and books.  She spends far too much time on Social Media and at Target. She is crazy in love with her family.  She serves an amazing God.   She lives an ordinary life filled with wonder. [/author_info] [/author]

Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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