Cake week started yesterday in class and my primary duty was making Le Génoise, or sponge cake. And there was definitely something amok with my sponge cake. This happens to be a line from the movie Two Weeks Notice with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant, that I completely adore due to it’s semi-mindless-but-nonetheless-brilliant humor.
But back to the dreadful sponge cake… it rose with reasonable height in the oven, browned as it should, and actually looked quite nice until I removed it from the pan. The top third was light, airy and golden brown. The rest of the cake, however, was dense and totally egg-ridden with the consistency of the sole of your favorite pair of Tevas. Amok. To be sure.
And looking back over the recipe I realized at least one rookie mistake: in my haste I misread 12 ounces of whole eggs as 12 whole eggs (which would likely be fairly close) and 6 ounces of yolks as 6 yolks. Six ounces of yolks is closer to ten or twelve yolks than six. Big oops!
So I’m off. And hopefully there will be nothing amok with this sponge cake…