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Cake has deep soul healing properties. And I’m not just talking about EATING cake.  Actually, the eating of cake can be pretty mood-altering, but it is at the bottom of the list of the kind of magic I’m talking about.

Let me explain.

I come from a long line of women who bake cakes when the going gets tough.  As a child, I remember visiting my spinster aunt who led a very simple life and  – at times I feel certain – a challenging life. She lived in rural south Alabama, didn’t drive and kept house for my aging and ailing grandmother. Oh and did I mention there wasn’t a lot of money?

But no matter what was happening in her world or when I showed up, there was always fresh cake upound cake Cakender a beautiful old cake cover on the counter of her farmhouse kitchen.

My brothers and I used to laugh because her cakes weighed SO MUCH. I can still see her at the kitchen table – butter, flour, sugar and eggs stacked around her – making a cake from a recipe scrawled on a stained and torn index card. Or, if she was feeling daring, she would try a new recipe out of a ladies magazine.

Now that I am an adult, what I’m beginning to understand about my aunt is that the ritual of baking a cake – and baking it well – grounded her. It helped her stay sane when the world around her felt like it might be more than she could manage.

And since I am “walking the grid” trying to stay sane and grounded myself, I decided to take a page from my aunt’s book and bake a cake from scratch over the weekend. To use the word “soothing” to describe the experience is such an understatement but I am at a loss for a better word.

First is “the story” of the cake I made. I originally chose Miss Prather’s Pound Cake because it is the Young Turk’s favorite. But as I read through the recipe in the Sparta Cookbook, my head filled with memories of this vibrant woman who’d known me since I hit this earth. Her house always smelled of good things to eat and I cannot remember a time that she did not have some story to share that made us both howl with laughter. Her presence was as delicious as her cooking and I never tired of either.

She died of pancreatic cancer two years ago. As I read through her recipe – remembering the specific notes she’d given be about beating the egg whites (STIFF peaks, Sarah, STIFF!) and laughing that she’d forgotten to write down when to add the sour cream (so like her), I felt the comfort of her fill my kitchen. Nothing like that kind of love to calm a troubled spirit.

Second is the actual mental process of making a cake. There are some kinds of cooking that I do that don’t require my full, undivided attention  – or at least not for very long.

This is not the case when I am baking a cake – especially a southern cake from a southern cook’s recipe. My entire focus is engaged as I measure, sift, beat, whip, stir and fold my way through each ingredient and each precise step. There is something almost zen-like about the state of mind I get in – so soothing and quieting to my restlessness.

And finally there is the smell that filled my entire house as Miss Prather’s Pound Cake baked in the oven. There was a warmth, a comfort,  a child-like happiness that filled me up when that scent surrounded me like a blanket. I felt completely grounded.  And I am so glad that smell is still lingering around here. :-)

For those of you who are “Walking The Grid” with me (and there are a number of you based on the comments I got on the blog post!) I am adding Miss Prather’s Pound Cake Recipe below. I encourage you to try it. The worst that can happen is you will have the very best pound cake ever for dessert tonight!

Sour Cream Pound Cake

3 scant c. sugar

1/2 lb. butter

6 eggs (separated)

3 c. flour sifted 3 times

1/4 tsp. baking soda

1 8 oz. carton of sour cream

1/2 tsp. salt

1 tsp vanilla or almond extract

Sift flour and soda 3 times. In a separate bowl, cream butter and then add sugar. Stir in sour cream. Alternate adding egg yolks and flour mixture while beating. Set aside. In a separate bowl, add salt to egg whites and beat until they form stiff peaks.  Gently fold into cake batter. Bake in well greased and floured pan at 325 degrees for 1 hour.

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  • Nazima Ali
    Yum! Can't wait to try this recipe out. What an absolutely lovely memory and a great post. So many every day things that can soothe us when we're in a crap place. Thanks for the reminder.
  • My grandmother taught me how to bake when I was 5 years old and I've never stopped, even though everything I bake now is vegan. There was always love and good food in her kitchen. Baking is meditation for me. Whenever I'm feeling stressed, baking always takes my consciousness to a place where all is well in my world. When I was pregnant, my mother gained almost as much weight as I did, because I baked EVERY day!
  • sarahrobinson
    Jack I cannot begin to tell you how much your comment - and your subsequent blog post - mean to me on so many levels. Your memory is as rich and moving as mine - and I feel certain your great aunt and my aunt were kindred spirits. Thank you for sharing it with The Tribe - and me. :-)
  • admin
    Oh Jack - what a beautifully written comment. It sounds like your Great Aunt and My Aunt were cut from the same bolt of cloth. My other aunt made homemade Peppermint ice cream with candy canes she squirreled away from Christmas. And yes - I think the baking and cooking did soothe their spirits so they could find the strength to go out and lift others up. So well said. Thank you for such a gift. :-)
  • Sarah, your post brings back a flood of wonderful memories! My fondest relates the persistence and patience of my great aunt to her love for others and her desire for us to never stop learning. As a youngster, I would watch in awe as she would shake and shift, blend and stir countless ingredients to create the perfect cake—a peppermint candy cake (made from hand-crushed soft peppermint candy sticks)! Times deep in the hills of Tennessee were tough in those days; the family didn’t have much but you were certainly welcome to whatever was there. Peppermint candy sticks were a luxury. Perhaps for this reason her cakes were all the more delicious. No one loves peppermint more than me but I suppose the real reason those cakes tasted so good was because you were sure to find a generous helping of love mixed in with all of the flour and sugar. I learned much from my great aunt during those visits to her rustic home in the hills. Among other things, I discovered the Joy of baking. More importantly, from her example, I learned to sift out the finer moments in life. There is a serenity of sorts concealed in the hustle and bustle of baking. In these precious moments, she reflected ... and she shared. Serving others, even if it was with a piece of peppermint candy cake, took priority over her personal needs—she could always tend to those later. Baking, I’m sure, gave her a way to find herself again, and to find her perpetual strength to continue lifting everyone else above the fray in their lives. My great aunt faced many struggles herself along the way (she is in her eighties now), but she always comes through with a smile and a warm heart—and, at times, a very yummy peppermint candy cake! Thank you, Sarah for the warmth and love you cooked up in this post! I can’t wait to bake Miss Prather’s Pound Cake … and teach my own little girls a few lessons a very wonderful lady taught me long ago; among them, the importance of a smile and a warm heart filled to overflowing with love for others.
  • It's all about the ritual. When our lives get crazy, how comforting to fall back on ritual. What a relief to immerse yourself into a short-term project with tangible results. My soul-healing ritual is stitching by hand - and, in case I need to specify, that means BY HAND, without a sewing machine. It's definitely a zen thing.
  • marydemingbarber
    My grandmother was one of the coolest people around. Very hip, and loving but also had high expectations of her grandchildren. I still talk to her and my mom when I need advice. I swear they help me too.
  • sarahrobinson
    Michele - I am a terrible housekeeper and for the most only a so-so day-to-day cook. BUT, when my mind is racing and my heart is heavy, there is something about baking - especially a cake - that is so soothing. Probably because I am only a so-so cook, I really have to pay attention to what I am doing at every step or I'll just wind up making a mess. And having something command my focus like that let's my brain relax. Highly recommend it for Type A people like us. :-)
  • sarahrobinson
    Your passion for cooking permeates your entire comment Beatriz. :-) I love that. And I think it is the simplicity and the accomplishment and the experience of MAKING something that gives cooking and baking their healing properties. And the generosity of spirit? Well, I think that comes from YOU my friend. :-)
  • sarahrobinson
    The VERY best part of your comment ( and the whole thing is amazing!) is this:


    Like anything that lasts—friendship, business, recipe, it's all about walking the grid, and coming back for another go.



    I just LOVE that (and you knew I would). And you are so right - the power is in a) the details and b) the constant trying and refining, but never giving it up for lost. Thank you for that. :-)
  • michelepw
    As someone who is really, truly, completely a lousy cook, I'm a bit in awe. It never occurred to me to use baking as a means of "walking the grid." I'm an impatient cook, I get tired of what I'm doing somewhere in the middle and typically finish by throwing the rest together and hoping for the best. Of course, it's deeper than that. I'm an impatient, and lousy, housewife. There's not one domestic chore that holds the slightest interest for me.


    But now I wonder. Perhaps I should try something. I too suffer from a restless mind that never shuts down. I'm constantly "on" -- constantly turning over new ideas in my head for myself or my clients. It's exhausting. Perhaps trying something I'm lousy at, and being "okay" being lousy at it, would quiet my mind.



    Thank you Sarah for such an intriguing post.
  • balemar
    Sarah,


    I keep find out so many things we have in common! You can't be more right. For me cooking has always been extremely therapeutic. It's always been my way of staying on the Grid and releasing stressful energy.



    Cooking allows you to pour your heart and soul into a dish. There is nothing in the world except you and your ingredients. The smells, the concentration, the taste - all consume you. Then, at the end, you can physically see the result of all your efforts (can we say instant gratification?). In that moment, nothing else matters. Rough day at work? General frustration? There - right in front of you - is proof that no matter how many mistakes you've made you can still create something delicious and meaningful.



    Cooking or baking brings you back to the simple joys in life. Sharing and reaching out with others. It's definitely not hard to make friends when you share the results of your "therapeutic" cooking sessions. During finals in college, I was the most popular person in class! I turned my stress into someone else's joy. How can you still feel down after that?



    Thank you so much for sharing the recipe - you know I'll be trying it soon!



    @balemar
  • sarahrobinson
    Your grandmother sounds amazing Mary! And yes - we get so caught up in precision and perfection these days that we forget that there are more important ingredients for what we are trying to create. I love that you reminded me of that. :-)
  • sarahrobinson
    Lucas - if you make that cake I really do want to hear about it, ok?!
  • Sarah,


    What an awesome story. While the conversation was about cake, all I could feel was love running through your words. The rediscovery. The reconnection. The love and respect for your Grandmother, who sounds like an amazing incredible woman. A great love story I am fortunate to have been allowed to share in. Thank you for sharing!



    You sound very grounded to me!
  • Sarah,


    You know how many times since we've decided we just couldn't be more alike that we've discovered something new that we share? I collect vintage recipes, primarily from women (and one man) in my family. My great aunt's molasses cookies are the prize-winners here. My favorite part is how the old recipes are written. How they specify details. "Three scant cups of sugar." How, if I'm really lucky, I find one on the original recipe card that includes generational tweaks and edits. The molasses cookie recipe, it turns out, was her grandmother's before it was hers. Which means it's pre-twentieth century. It originally calls for "lard," and changed to Crisco with my great aunt.



    And how all this relates back to walking the grid for me? The tweaks in the recipe are probably the only reason I know about them today. Someone tried the recipe, thought it was good, but could be better, took the time to figure out how to improve it, and did so. They improved upon perceived flaws, rather than throwing it out. Like anything that lasts—friendship, business, recipe, it's all about walking the grid, and coming back for another go.



    I loved reading this. Genuinely lovely, charming and steeped in its Southern heritage, like its author.



    Love you lots,



    Jen
  • marydemingbarber
    Once again your analogies stir memories from within. My grandmother was known throughout her town for always having fresh cookies on a plate when you arrived. I remember helping her at many stages of my life but it wasn't until she was gone that I really and truly appreciated those afternoons for the life lessons that their were. The conversations we had were always light but filled with lessons. And it's only know that I've figured out she -- who had her own radio show in the 1920s in Seattle where she taught young women to cook -- didn't measure everything exactly. A tablespoon might be a table spoon and then in another recipe it might be a measuring spoon. But, the cakes and cookies always turned out...because they had the most important ingredients of all -- love and caring. Thanks for sharing your story.
  • Great article, I really liked it. And now I got a nice recipe for a cake, gonna try it (:
  • sarahrobinson
    Yes Tanveer - I think the comforting memories are just as big a part of this as actually making the cake. And wrapping ourselves up in that warmth is truly powerful. You always bring such great insight to your comments. :-)
  • sarahrobinson
    You know - I haven't baked bread in a very long time and I like the idea of kneading out my frustrations. Thank you for giving me such a great idea!
  • sarahrobinson
    Yes - I think you are right. It is the ritual - getting out the recipe, getting out the pans, getting out the ingredients, measuring, mixing, etc., that are a big part of why baking feels so soothing. That and we have to use all of our senses. There are so few tasks these days that require ALL of us. And let me know how the recipe works out!
  • sarahrobinson
    Oh I think we all get caught up in our thoroughly modern solutions and forget that we are not the only generation to know what struggle feels like. We are not unique and those who came before had to find ways to soothe their souls as well. I think we would all do well to mine our memories. :-)
  • sarahrobinson
    Jenn - I am so glad the combination of "Walking The Grid" and baking a cake feel soothing to your spirit. Makes my day to hear that. :-)
  • sarahrobinson
    Exactly Michelle! And you have to pay attention AND stay in the moment or the whole thing will quickly get ruined. And staying in the moment is what we are after most of the time, right?!
  • sarahrobinson
    yes - creating the memories is such a big part of the experience for me, too. My hope is that the Young Turk will always smell a baking cake and remember warmth and love. I am so glad you are inspired to make Nana's Pound Cake with your grandchildren!
  • sarahrobinson
    Sorry I woke Pete up. :-) And I say it all the time - you are on e of the most important rocks who keep me grounded. :-)
  • Sarah, thank you for sharing both a wonderful story of how reconnecting with a memory of your grandmother is helping you to stay grounded and sharing a recipe for others to find that common ground. I'm not much of a baker myself, but I can certainly appreciate how the memories of those who impacted our lives can leave a lasting, beneficial impression as we move forward.


    Tanveer.
  • Baking really is a profound and evocative experience. It reminds me of my childhood and people I've known, and it brings me into the moment. For me right now it's baking my own bread. It feels grounding and real, and you can't beat freshly-baked bread. Plus, there's no better way than kneading to work out frustrations.


    Thank you so much for the cake recipe, too. That sounds delicious.
  • Hi Sarah!


    You know none of the women in my family were big bakers..they enjoyed cooking, but the extent of baking was my mom's Tomato Soup Cake (yummy!) for my dad's birthday. I, on the other hand, love to bake! There is something very soothing about the "ritual" of baking. Indeed, I think rituals are very important in order to decrease stress and anxiety. A ritual like baking allows you to focus on what is really important and allows one to find balance and rhythm in life. Thanks for sharing...can't wait to try the recipe too!



    Warmly,

    Danielle
  • Thank you.
    The one thing I do when I get nuts from all this internet "stuff" is bake. Everything from the pans, to the recipe books, to the smell as you have so beautifully articulated here bring me back.



    I come from a long line of women and men, who baked when the going got tough as well.



    Why do we neglect the wisdom that the women before us offered? Why do we think we are so smart, gifted and intelligent now?



    Thanks for reminding me that having cake and eating it too is good for us all.
  • Thank you so much for sharing this recipe! And what a wonderful blog post to have worked it into. I am in the process of making my own "walk the grid" list and can't wait to add some awesome pound cake to it. There is nothing quite like the power of cooking to help the healing process (for me anyway). Thanks again!


    @jrporter
  • LifeLifeFully
    I LOVE baking...and I especially love baking cakes. There's something about an amazing cake that eases the soul. A sense of accomplishment. It's theraputic, delicate balance of over/under cooking it. I totally know what you mean
  • janica
    Oh Sarah, what memories you have conjured up for me! My grandmother always made pound cake when she came to visit (unless she was trying to make nice with her son-in-law, my dad, by making his favorite German Chocolate). She always let me help sift the flour and I licked the bowl with complete disregard for the dangers of uncooked eggs. The smell and taste of pound cake will forever remind me of how loved I felt as she focused on me as much as the cake.


    I'm keeping my grandkids this week while their parents are on a cruise and I think I just might have to ask my granddaughter to help me make "Mom's Pound Cake". I can only hope she will read someone's account of a pound cake and think of me someday years from now. Maybe she'll even ask her granddaughter to help make "Nana's Pound Cake".
  • Sarah, as usual your analogy is one full of wisdom (and now Pete is hungry!). Thank you for sharing such an intense memory, as well as the recipe.
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