Posted by *dweldon on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 @ 02:40 PM:
When I first started showing an interest in cooking I was about 13 or 14 years old. One Saturday, I had my best friend Ann over to our house. We were in the kitchen with my maternal grandmother (a great cook) listening to the radio and talking with my Grandma-ma. We decided that we wanted to learn to bake a cake and in those days there were no box mixes, it had to be made from scratch. Well, my Grandma-ma was very "cool" for an old lady and said she would let us bake our cake and show us how to do it. So she got all of the ingredients for us and let us do all the measuring and mixing and pouring the batter into the pans then pans into the oven. My Grandma-ma had other household chores to do and left the kitchen while Ann and I sat at the kitchen table, continuing to listen to the radio which was playing that new "Rock & Roll" music. Well, we were in New Orleans and of course, back in the late 50s the great Fats Domino was always jamming on almost all of the stations. Needless to say, one of his songs came on the station we were listening to and so Ann & I got up and started dancing. A little later on, my Grandma-ma came back into the kitchen and said it was time to take the cakes out of the oven. Well, was she surprised to see that the cakes had not risen at all! She couldn't figure out what went wrong. She asked us girls what we had been doing while she was out of the kitchen and of course, we said "Nothing, just dancing". Well, she almost split her side laughing at us! She said "You two dummies! Don't you know you can't make any jarring vibrations in the kitchen when cakes are baking? It caused your cakes to fall." She couldn't stop laughing at us and Ann & I learned our lesson about making cakes fall by jitterbuggin' in front of the oven while the cakes are baking.
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