For their 4th-annual combined birthday party, Warren and Max requested red velvet cake.
I learned years ago from an astute mother of triplets that red velvet cake is craved by hyper boys (and girls). Kids who are already bouncy just love to get some of that Red Dye No. 40 in their systems so they can go really berserk. Max and Warren admitted to inviting 60 — which means they actually told more. You think I was going to put 3 bottles of red dye into a sheet cake? Hay-yell, no!
But I had beets in the house, so I figured it would be no problem. Here’s how that went…
I used this recipe, I think. They all looked pretty much the same, with varying amounts of cocoa and red dye. I added a little sugar to the beet juice, so when I tasted it there was no hint of earthiness, just sweet.
People thought it was great even though it wasn’t red. I didn’t think it was anything special. Here’s the odd thing. It didn’t have any spices at all, but because of the color, it somehow tasted like spice cake.
I have personally never understood the attraction to red velvet cake. I think the people whose eyes light up when they talk about it (“I *love! red velvet cake!”) must be the ones who get high off the dye.