I loved being 11. I can’t remember why exactly, perhaps it was living on a mountain I was free to roam at ease, spending my summers swimming in beautiful rivers, becoming finally fluent in the language I was studying in, the joys of childhood were many for me. I really can’t complain. It was also the year my youngest sister was born. And here we are, 11 years later! It deserved a good cake. A cake planned by the birthday girl herself!
I bought that fancy red gel food colouring to dye the sugar paste for the wedding cake flowers so I figured I may as well use it for something else too.
I had never even considered making a red velvet cake before, I had never even tasted one! I’ve never been into using food colouring, let alone in the quantities that a red velvet cake requires. But I was curious about all the fuss people make about a red cake with what appears to be no defining flavour.
And I had all this fancy food colouring.