

Dobos Torte - 36 layers with chocolate buttercream frosting between each layer and dark chocolate glaze.
Remember the discussion about fake buttercream a couple of posts ago? Well, today I was forced into bad buttercream. It broke my heart to put a whole pound of butter in with 3 cups of confectioner's sugar. I knew what the outcome would be-yet my hand was forced.
How could this happen??? Let me tell you how...
It started simply enough-- Me saying "let's make the Dobos Torte". We found the recipe. But it wasn't one of the old ones. It was typed and still readable. The others are worn with time. My first clue.
Then I read the recipe. Shock came over me. This was FAKE buttercream. This could not possibly be my mother's recipe that I had salivated over each time she made this cake. This could not be what I remembered and longed for. I looked at it again-held it in my hands-turning it-thinking of the consequences. Then I spoke slowly and gently: "We can improve this recipe". HOW??!! my incredulous mother intoned. "By improving the frosting". 'Absolutely NOT! " she replied. "This is how I have made it for 50 years!".
And with that-I was forced into bad frosting. Could I be wrong? Could this recipe that sounded exactly like the recipe on the confectioner's sugar box that I hate the taste of really be the frosting for the Dobos Tort? Mais Non. It was the frosting on the confectioner's sugar box and yet, no amount of tasting it in all its horribleness can convince my mother of her error. She is convinced it is the right recipe. I know better. I know exactly what happened.
Back in the 1970's and 80's we had been in this country long enough that our taste buds were flattened by the incredible dearth of good food in America. It had taken 20 years-but it had happened. Mom grew tired of educating palates that were incapable of discerning the real thing from something in a box. And so, instead of spending hours making it right-she saw the recipe on the confectioner's sugar box and thought "well, when in America". And there you have it. that awful frosting recipe was made part of a fabulous traditionally french cake known for its distinctive layers and deep dark chocolate flavors--reduced to a pile of- of- of -confectioner's sugar lard!! oh god-how awful.
And now-so many years have passed without making the cake. Our taste buds are restored and it is an unbearable blasphemy to pair the 36 delicate paper thin layers of this cake with-- CRAP! And what is worse? I spent hours making that tonight because the cake itself is a mastery in design and patience.
My sister kept saying "make it over! make it over!" but no-this was the experiment. I made it to make the cake and see the process. I know how to make the frosting with one hand tied behind my back and blindfolded. So what would it prove to make the cake over again? We will serve it as is-the good news is-I won't be eating any of it! No temptation on my part with this one. YUCK that frosting. Who can eat that stuff??
My mother still refuses to believe she sold out. She thinks this is the cake she made in Paris. Although if she thinks about it-she will realize no one in Paris would eat this. Perhaps the dog. But even they did not want the frosting. They begged for the cake and got plenty of scraps, and they had begged for the real buttercream when we made the Buche--getting little licks of it here and there--but this they turned their nose up at. Smart dogs!
So structurally the cake looks correct-but the taste? Well how about "just like it came from a bakery". Yucky.
Moral of the story? Don't let you mother get to age 77 before pulling family recipes. It's not easy to remember things at that age( heck-it's not easy to remember what I had for breaksfast now!). I knew I was doomed about two years ago when I said I was making mashed potatoes for dinner and she directed me to the pantry for FAKE mashed potatoes. This from a woman who would have no processed foods in her house. Who thought McDonald's was for farm animals and who definitely knew her buttercream from her bakerycreams. And she still does-but now she is being stubborn.
I think tomorrow when we eat the cake she will say "you're right-this is the wrong frosting". let's hope for that-or I will have to start worrying....
UPDATE!!! We served the cake tonight and Mom wouldn't eat it! why? Because the frosting was bad! Although she is not totally giving in that the wrong frosting is with the recipe. Instead she decided I must have made it wrong. (how can you make three ingredients slapped together-wrong??) UGH! But at least her taste buds are intact! :).
I go home tomorrow morning. I've made about five holiday dinners, 2 batches of orange rolls, and a Buche. And loved every minute of it. Of course I ate way more than humanly possible! good thing I will be home for the next ten days. Need to recover from Food hangover.