Day 5

My first attempt at the Perfect Pound cake came and left me and my cake deflated. Our kitchen is filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla and butter, which happens to be one of my favorite smells. I ensured that I followed the recipe to a T but I after looking back I think that the butter wasn't completely to room temperature which affected the rising of the cake during the baking process.  The Pound cake is very tasty, flaky and a golden brown color but has a deep crevice down the center. *sigh*

We decided to slice up the cake and give some  to our land lady Ya Ya, so off we went with our practically perfect pound cake lightly coated with powdered sugar.

 (Now, you need to know a little about Ya Ya, She is an older Greek woman who speaks the smallest amount of English. We have even gotten to the point of going to translator.com  to print out what we want to say to Ya Ya so she can understand what we are asking for. Sometimes this works, other times not so much.)

**Knock knock,
Ya Ya "ello?!"
Us "Hi, Ya Ya"
Y"who is it?!"
U "David and Alissa"
Y"Oh, Hold on Hold on." (strange puttering sounds behind the door)
U "Ya Ya, we have cake for you."
Y "Ochay Ochay, you come in now" "come come!" (waves us in)

We walk in and there is homemade pasta EVERYWHERE! On tables, in multiple rooms, countertops every free space in her house. YaYa took our plate and started speaking super fast in Greek, neither of us know what she said but after awhile she had David go get a big plate and a bowl. She handed me some cheese and told me to eat it. Not being a fan of feta but not knowing what she was saying to me, I ate the feta.. She sent us on our way with a large amount of some sort of Greek pasta and a huge container of feta cheese.  I think she liked the cake but really who knows.

All in all not a loss in my book. Second try scheduled for after I return from work tonight.