“…a big man but not more than six feet five inches tall and not wider than a beer truck… He was worth looking at. ‘Even on Central Avenue, not the quietest dressed street in the world, he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food cake.'”

– Raymond Chandler, crime fiction writer

I had this sudden urge for Angel Food Cake. It was brought on, no doubt, by musing about what I was going to do with all the leftover egg whites from making the egg yolk ravioli this weekend (post coming soon), and, of course, by my new fascination with things pastry. It’s probably been 10, 15, or more years since I actually had a slice of it – it’s not the sort of cake one finds on a restaurant menu or your average pastry shop. More’s the pity… it’s a delicious and beautifully textured, gleaming white cake when made correctly. A little coconut glaze and a bit of grated chocolate atop and voila! Urge satisfied. For the moment.