Monday, August 15, 2011

When old-timers say 3-holer, they generally mean something else

In a comment on my post entitled “I was thinking of ending the blog” Elizabeth said, “But...but...does this mean that the world will now never get to see your collection of hand-knitted tea cosies or hear your recipe for Pineapple upside down cake? Shucks....”

I replied that the tea cosies would remain our little secret and said in so many words that my pineapples are always in a more-or-less upright position, but I promised to post the recipe for Three-Holer Cake.

Making one is a great way to introduce a child or grandchild to cooking. Without further ado, here it is:

Three-Holer Cake

1-1/2 cups sifted flour
1 cup sugar
3 Tbsp. cocoa, unsweetened
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1/3 cup canola oil
1 Tbsp. vinegar
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup cold water

Measure flour, sugar, cocoa, soda, and salt into sifter; sift twice.
Sift all into an ungreased 9-inch square baking pan.

Make 3 holes; put canola oil in one, vinegar in second, and
vanilla in in third. Pour water over all. Mix with a fork until
blended and batter is thin. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes, no more. Cake is so moist it doesn’t need frosting.

[Editor’s Note. But nine out of ten grandchildren agree: Chocolate frosting is always good. --RWP]

7 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Now, I'm in a quandry, Bob.

If say, "Don't tempt me -I'm a three hole girl", I risk those bowling balls charging my way.

So, in true tradition of these cutesy recipe shows, I'll just say (wearing suitable pimlico frilled apron, wide lipsticked smile and fluttering eye-lashes),
"What a lovely cake recipe you've brought for us all today, Bob, and, oh, I so agree, a thick layer of frosting makes all the difference to a well cooked, moist batter. I'm so looking forward to you showing us all your coconut macaroons next week. Now, it's over to Fanny in our other studio". x

susan said...

oh no! i just discovered your blog today (as it came up as 'next blog' after mine. what a delight!
please tell me you're not really winding up?

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Ten grandchildren? I thought you only had six! The Bragues must be excessively fertile!

rhymeswithplague said...

Elizabeth, oh dear, I've started something I may not be able to finish...

susan, welcome to the rhymeswithplague blog! No, I'm not really winding it all up. But the thought does cross my mind occasionally. I'm coming up on 800 posts and four years in September.

Yorkshire P., you are right, I have six grandchildren. I didn't say "nine out of my ten grandchildren" -- I just meant grandchildren in general. But I don't know whether the Bragues are excessively fertile. Define excessively. One man's excessively is another man's hardly ever.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

...characterized by excess; being too much or too great; immoderate; inordinate

WORD VERIIFICATION> testo

Elizabeth said...

That's ok..we ladies understand that these things happen occasionally when you fellas lay your delicacies on the table...:-D

I'm bizarrely reminded of a rhyme someone wrote in my autograph book - goodness knows why;

'The kitchen cook was Mabel,
By gum she was able
To give their lads their daily
On the kitchen table.'

By the way, Fanny was a famous English TV cook in the 60's.

On a more serious note, in England we only use rapeseed for animal feeds, so canola oil isn't available here, but any bland vegetable oil works just as well.

Oh...and before I leave the kitchen...thank you for cleaning up my 'spillages'...practice makes perfect 'they' apparently say! x

Elizabeth said...

Thank you, Bob. xx