Hi!

My mom used to make the most awesome tortes. She had a flair for decorating them, too. Of course they had oodles of eggs and butter in them (but she still managed to live into her 92nd year!)

Anyway, can someone provide me with the recipe for “smilsu kuka.” One of the three different layers she used to bake for each one was this one.

Paldies,

Bubite

http://www.irlaiks.lv/recipies/tearoom/miklas/article.php?id=25887

in order to make the cake one must start with the main ingredient…...........

you know, this seems to be similar to my wives butternut cookie dough…...............yum!

Bubite!

Saulaine has the cookbook: Vilma Bertina: Majas Cepumi ( Ataugas apgads, 1949). I am presently compiling a list of all the cookbooks—(some unbelievable ones, with magnificent recipes—for tortes, breads, authentic Latvian foods, etc) There are a number of cookbooks written by this expert.

I am copying the recipe as it is from this cookbook.

SMILSU KUKA

200 g sviests, 200 g cukura, 3-4 olas, 300 g miltu, 3 tejkarotes cepjama pulvera, kanelis, citrona mizina

Sviestu ar cukuru saputo, pielielot pa 1 olu dzeltenumam, pierive citrona mizinu un puto vismaz pus stundu. Pieliek miltus ar cepamo pulveri un izmaisa ar saputotiem olu baltumiem. Liek sagatavota forma un cep merena siltuma. Pasniedz pie viina, kafijas vai tejas.

The best part of some of these cookbooks—“Ka uzvesties pie galda”  :-) (How to behave at the table)

The best part of some of these cookbooks—“Ka uzvesties pie galda”  :-) (How to behave at the table)

I’ve gotta chuckle!!  ‘Ka uzvesties pie galda’—‘How to Behave at the table’?  My best friend’s very dear mother was always such a stickler when it came to etiquette at the table and would always be reprimanding her daughter(s), me or anyone else there (she had no inhibitions about that), which direction to pass the food around the table, to whom and all that other hierarchy;  this wasn’t just about when we were kids, but up until recently.  We’d just sit around, laughing about ourselves and all our silly, little mistakes, taking it all in stride.  About the only thing I managed to remember from my days as a ‘fuksite’ was on which side to pour/serve the coffee for the victim.

Irena