I remembered this story when I heard the memories of the cake for classmates, which Sasha Gudkov told in the story show "Bleef". So in my post-Soviet childhood there were not many cookeries, and in those that were, the sales leaders were baked, sugar tongues and cake "Cartoshka". Therefore, we went to school tea drinks with home cakes. I won't say that my mom was a genius cook, but she only got one kind of baking cake from the sweet. By the third class, the uniformity in the form of these very pancakes was tired. So my mom decided to cook cake for my classmates.



I will remind you that the action takes place in the early 90s, my mother is not a cook at all, the recipes to get was difficult, and YouTube, with a lot of chefs, did not exist yet. In short, they survived as they could. I don’t know what a miracle, but my mom managed to get a recipe for the cake. A culinary masterpiece was done until late at night, because it was necessary to bring it to the class already in the morning. My mom managed to cook cakes, lubricate everything with a deficient condensate, cut the cake in the shape of a brick. The masterpiece was ready. The last action in the recipe was to cool the cake in the refrigerator for 8-12 hours. It's me now, thanks to the chefs from YouTube, I realize that this way the shells were impregnated, and then this recommendation sounded strange. My mom thought the cake should be cold. Well, plus fatigue after work / cooking, in short, realizing that before leaving school only 5 hours, my mom decided to put the cake in the freezer and get it in the morning to cool off.



The refrigerator was good. The freezer was working properly. I am grateful to my mom for repairing the refrigerator. Within 5 hours the cake turned into a strong frozen brick. Cutting it was impossible, waiting for it to melt, too, was not possible. After breathing in, the mother sent the cake to the regular chamber of the refrigerator, said that the hell of such experiments and went to call the kitchen where her friend worked. In front of the school we went to pick up a paddle of cake. I told everyone that my mom did it, but the kitchen in the area was one and everyone knew that my mom was a bookkeeper, so they understood where the cakes came from. Although no one said anything. In the evening, we decided to try the cake. Mom pulled him out and he finally dissolved. For me, this is the most delicious cake. After all, he was the only one my mother prepared for my whole childhood. Taboo experiments in the kitchen mother removed only with the appearance of the grandson. Recently, they even baked pizza together and fed me with it.