It was the year 1980. That’s when it began. In that year I was introduced to this recipe by a dear friend – and the rest is history. I made this cake to celebrate my mom’s Christmas-time birthday that year. . . and it has become the only cake request she has had since. It is such a favorite that, in the years where distance has separated us for her birthday, she makes this for herself. . . . (proof my cranberry obsession is genetic). This cake is moist, filled with whole cranberries, and not too sweet. It is served with a warm butter sauce (and yes, I have considered drinking this stuff) and is a family favorite. Even the youngest, most discriminating palates in our family, dive into this cake.
And so, again this year, this cranberry treasure will be served to mom on her special day. I have no doubt, that after she has completed her life her on earth, we will continue to bake and serve this cake – as an offering of love and remembrance – and because it is delicious. It just wouldn’t be December at the Homestead without it.