It’s been a busy July, and my time spent in the kitchen has been a tad…limited. But all that’s in the past, and I finally found myself back in the kitchen the other night, knee-deep in a baking experiment I’d been wanting to try for some time now – a Peach and Lavender Cake.
I started off with some really nice-looking peaches, peeled and chopped them up.
To ensure these peaches didn’t merely look good, I ate one. To be absolutely sure, I dipped some of the slices in a homemade lemon whipped cream. Yep, they were just fine (and by “fine” I mean sweet and delicious) and into the cake they went. I used my Best Vanilla Cake Ever Recipe as a base, added lemon extract instead of vanilla, and added one large chopped and peeled peach. I baked it in a rogue bundt pan that had found its way into my collection of baking pans recently and needed breaking in. It wound up being the perfect shape and size for the cake.
Now here’s where it got tricky. I had this grand idea to make a lavender buttercream glaze to drizzle on top. After reading some info on lavender extract and it’s extreme potency, I decided that 1 stick of butter, 4 cups of confectioners sugar, 4 tablespoons of milk, and 1/4 tsp of lavender should do the trick. Almost. It was still über lavender-y, so I cut it with 1 tsp vanilla – but it was STILL too strong in my opinion. I added one more tsp of vanilla, and that did the trick. I drizzled the glaze on top, and made it all pretty and stuff.
Because the icing was a little out of the norm as far as icings go, I was afraid to unleash this creation upon the world. Sure, it looked lovely, but I was afraid that the lavender would not go over well with my normal crew of sweet eaters. So, I did what any smart baker would do – I made my boyfriend try it first. I knew he would tell me the truth – he’s not one to hold back with his opinions, particularly on food. I gave him a slice, then anxiously waited in the other room for his review (I was too afraid to even look at him while he tried it). He returned a few moments later, plate empty. One would think this was a good sign, but he did have to walk past the trashcan….
He liked it. He really liked it. The cake had passed the ultimate test and was now ready to meet its adoring fans with both beauty and taste. Life, was once again, peachy.