Ahhhh.....the memories of my Aunt Tiny's poundcakes. You've brought back memories of my Uncle Redus and Aunt Tiny in your last two posts, Sean. It don't git any better'n thatI
For years, beginning every August, my mother would begin making a pound cake each Saturday and Sunday. She stored them, carefully wrapped, in the chest freezer in our garage. Then, just before Christmas, the pound cakes would come out of the freezer and be placed on cake rounds and tied with ribbon and a tag. Then my dad, husband and brother would make the rounds of all the friends and neighbors. The cakes labelled "NP" or "not pretty" were reserved for us, to be used for trifle, eating with ice cream, or toasting for breakfast. She's been gone for almost two decades, but this year I received a call right before Christmas from one of her recipients, telling me how much she still missed those delicious pounds cakes! Fond memories, as ever, Sean. Thank you!
You just described my childhood. Growing up in South Carolina, there was a pound cake for every occasion. When my cousin Sheila had a store bought birthday cake with a Barbie doll sticking out of the middle and a long skirt made of icing, I remember being very jealous. How I long now for my Mom’s pound cake.
I’m making a pound cake this week. ♥️
Ahhhh.....the memories of my Aunt Tiny's poundcakes. You've brought back memories of my Uncle Redus and Aunt Tiny in your last two posts, Sean. It don't git any better'n thatI
Oh, if only I could replicate some of the pound cakes I have tasted. They are all good, but the best ones are saved for the gatherings you mentioned.
For years, beginning every August, my mother would begin making a pound cake each Saturday and Sunday. She stored them, carefully wrapped, in the chest freezer in our garage. Then, just before Christmas, the pound cakes would come out of the freezer and be placed on cake rounds and tied with ribbon and a tag. Then my dad, husband and brother would make the rounds of all the friends and neighbors. The cakes labelled "NP" or "not pretty" were reserved for us, to be used for trifle, eating with ice cream, or toasting for breakfast. She's been gone for almost two decades, but this year I received a call right before Christmas from one of her recipients, telling me how much she still missed those delicious pounds cakes! Fond memories, as ever, Sean. Thank you!
I love pound cake. It is simple to make and always turns out perfect. A big plus is everyone likes it.
What I’d give for a piece of my Granny’s pound cake!
Love this! Sounds like my family!
I’m a fan of cakes without frosting (too sweet for me). I’m convinced icing or frosting was only invented to cover buggared up cakes, haha.
Any flavor pound cake is good in my book. With a strong cup of coffee there’s no better way to start the day.
I have a pound cake sitting on my counter as we speak.
You just described my childhood. Growing up in South Carolina, there was a pound cake for every occasion. When my cousin Sheila had a store bought birthday cake with a Barbie doll sticking out of the middle and a long skirt made of icing, I remember being very jealous. How I long now for my Mom’s pound cake.