What do I look forward to at Thanksgiving dinner? Definitely
not the turkey! I do not like turkey and
I make no excuses about it. I do look forward to the stuffing, the sweet potatoes,
the yams, the vegetables , the cranberry sauce, the mass amount of alcohol, the
vast array of desserts, plus whatever else people comes up with so they don’t
have to depend on the turkey for their hunger. I am also amazed at some interesting stuffing receipts
as people find their creative and some not so creative ways in dressing up what
is basically wetted bread. However, nothing amazed me more than the Pumpple
cake from The Flying Monkey Bakery this year.
It is only a 9 inch cake but it stands just about as tall, weighs
over 15 lbs and won’t fit into a cake box.
Inside this pretty cake is a pumpkin pie baked inside a
chocolate cake, topped with an apple pie baked inside a vanilla cake.
This X-ray of a picture shows the pumpkin pie inside the
chocolate cake and the apple pie inside the vanilla cake on top with a thick
layer of vanilla buttercream in between. If not for this frosting, the whole
thing would collapse like a deck of cards. 
While
I like the pumpkin pie and its chocolate cake pairing, I wasn’t too crazy with the
apple pie. I applaud that the apple pie wasn’t laden with tons of sugar but
because of that, it also let the sourness of the apple come through. Regardless,
both the chocolate cake and the vanilla cake surprised me as moist with its
restrained flavor and having the structural integrity of holding the pies
inside. The vanilla buttercream frosting had the viscosity of room temperature
butter. Guess it needs to be in this semi-solid state in order to hold the
cakes up. Its flavor wasn’t overwhelming but the sweetness does a good job in
calming down the sourness of the apple pie.The Pumpple is a novelty but this turducken of cake comes through as a cake that stands on its own. It has good flavor, texture, and enough of a quirkiness that makes people want to try a slice. The baker told me that it can feed thirty people. I told her, “You don’t know how my people eat…”
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