Last Sunday, I was requested to buy some pieces of cake. But instead of leaving the house, I was thinking to give baking another try. So I had a look at our fruit basket and was like: Hmm, a mango and a single nectarine (because nothing more was left) could make it.
So I made the batter. A yeast batter again. And it was really soft. Super soft and warm. While it was growing, I cut the fruits into pieces and after 45 minutes I put them onto the rolled out batter. Everything was perfect.
I heated the oven and watched the cake becoming something delicious. But then, only a few parts of it came up. So we had fruit pizza. ;-)
I don’t know what I did wrong this time. Maybe baking is not my area of cooking.
After all, the taste was fine. A bit dry, but fruity. After eating a few bites we thought to make a quick vanilla sauce. And that was a great idea at the end. ;-)
PS: Another funny baking story is here.