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Ginger Ale Cake with Caramel Glaze

As this cake was baking, I tweeted, “Do you know what smells like the breath of a baby angel? Ginger ale bundt cake in the oven.” Beside the very obvious ginger element, this cake features cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, and vanilla, too. It’s basically the perfect fall cake. This is the season of spice. I don’t know why, but it’s practically a law of the universe that we should strive to consume our body weights in ginger, cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg this time of year. Presenting:

ginger ale cake

~ ginger ale cake with caramel glaze ~

When I found the recipe, it wasn’t paired with any type of frosting or glaze. Instead, a dusting of powdered sugar was all that it needed. I figured it was a sign the cake was rich on its own, but powdered sugar doesn’t seem very autumnal. Caramel is, so I thought a very light glaze might work so I gave it a whirl.

Ginger Ale Cake

1 cup butter, softened
1 1/2 cups of packed light brown sugar
1 cup sugar
4 eggs
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup of ginger ale
3 cups of flour
2 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 Tbsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp cloves
1/4 tsp ginger

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Grease your pans of choice. I recommend larger pans, like 9X13 or a Bundt because it makes a lot of batter. I’m afraid if you were going for a two-layer, they’d overflow and that is no fun.

Mix all the dry ingredients—flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger—together in a large bowl. I sifted mine because there are so many dry ingredients and I wanted to make sure they mixed well. Set aside.

In a mixer, cream the softened butter and both sugars. Add the eggs, vanilla and ginger ale. Mix well.

Slowly add the dry ingredients to the sugar mixture until well blended. Pour the thick batter into the greased pan.

If you are using a sheet pan, bake for 45 minutes (although if I were you, I’d start checking the cake at 30 minutes because there are theories out there that all sheet cakes take 30 minutes). I made Bundt, so I can’t attest to the sheet cake time. For Bundt cake, give it 50 minutes. Check around the 45 minute mark, though. Overdone cakes are sadness.

Cool for ten minutes, then remove from the pan to a wire rack to cool completely. Then:

Caramel Glaze

4 Tbsp butter, cut into chunks
1/2 cup packed light brown sugar
1/3 cup half and half
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
3/4 to 1 cup sifted powdered sugar

I put a cookie sheet under the cake while it was cooling on the wire rack. This will catch glazefalls.

Put butter, sugar, cream, and salt in a pot and heat on medium. Stir constantly until it boils, then boil for one minute. Remove from heat and cool for a few minutes. Slowly add the powdered sugar. Let it cool more, until it’s pourable, but not runny. Pour it over the cooled cake evenly and allow the glaze to harden before transferring to a cake stand and/or serving.

The ginger ale cake was adapted from this recipe and the caramel glaze was adapted from this recipe. I made some changes, clarifications, and substitutions.

A woman has a conversation with her decorative scarecrow

“Hi again!”

“Oh, it’s you.”

“You’re a bit dusty. You smell. Nothing a little fresh air won’t fix!”

“Gee, thanks. I’m not sure the past year has been kind to you, either.”

“Let’s shake you out and fluff your straw a bit!”

“Watch it! I think there’s a black widow living inside my sleeve.”

“I’ll leave the spider webs. Such a nice, festive effect.”

“That’s me! Festive!”

“Where should we put you this year?”

“It doesn’t matter where you put me, it will look the same as last year.”

“Let’s put you in the front yard. I’ll arrange gourds around your feet, and then when the leaves fall, you’ll look so cute!”

“Gourds are the only food grown exclusively to help suburban moms seasonally decorate. Why not bunch asparagus in a mailbox or hang cauliflower ears from branches?”

“Wow, the ground is hard! I had a hard time slamming your pole into the dirt. I think I might have a splinter?”

“Try having a wood pole up your butt.”

“You know, you have a very negative attitude for a faux mass-produced autumnal decorative icon.”

“Do you know who has a negative attitude? The dead people in your fake front yard cemetery.”

“Oh, really? I.M. Bones and U.R. Dead talk to you?”

“Yes, and they aren’t very happy.”

“Why?”

“For eleven months of the year, their grave is an orange Rubbermaid bin. They aren’t going back this year. They’ll do whatever it takes to stay out of those orange bins. I’ve probably said too much.”

“You know, September is not too early to decorate for Christmas.”

decorative scarecrow

~ or maybe he's just mad because his hat is an old ShamWow ~

My last baby’s first tooth is my last first tooth

Ollie’s first tooth popped through his gums this morning. He’s only 11.5 months old. What’s the rush?

Someone asked me if his milestones are especially poignant, knowing he’s our last baby. Yes.

Yes, his milestones have inspired more quiet reflection than with the other kids. It doesn’t mean I wasn’t excited or proud of my older kids’ first big moments. I was and I am because they are still having First Moments. For example, the first time you realize your teenage son might want to shave his face. There’s no place for that in a baby book. Or, the first time your junior says something about a college night at school. Those are the moments that make the needle skip off the record.

Finding Ollie’s tooth today didn’t make my universe screech to a halt, but it did propel him a few spaces forward in the big baby game. I’m thankful his toofers were content to ride it out just below the surface for so long. His toothless grin had been the same since the day we met. His hair, his eyes, his body are all radically different. From 4.5 pounder to 20 pounder, his gummy mouth was the link to the not-so-distant past. It’s plate tectonics on a small scale. Little white mountains will rise, pink plains will retreat, and I’ll embrace this new geography like an immigrant embraces her new land.

Thanks for waiting, Ollie.

~ Ollie ~