My mother, Edith Suttles is the most beautiful and generous woman I know. She is sweet in the way a Midwestern mom is known to be sweet and is a wonderful cook to boot. When I was young, my mom was always ready with a “dish-to-pass” should I have signed up at school to bring something in for a fundraiser or potluck. My mom is so good that I once put my name down on the French Club Christmas party signup sheet to bring in a Bûche de Noël, (which is a French Yule Log usually made by trained pastry chefs). My mom barely even flinched, though she probably wanted to wring my neck for not informing her until the night before I was supposed to bring it in. That thing was the hit of the party and even my French teacher was impressed…and she was actually FROM France!
Over the years my dear mother has developed quite a following for her many cakes. Folks are always asking her to bring in her “Sock-It-To-Me” cake and 7-UP® Pound Cake to church functions and she is happy to oblige. But while she is a giver by nature I know she was reluctant to give up the recipes themselves. She LOVES to “share” recipes that have been posted by others on Facebook but what she absolutely will NOT do is share her closely held secrets for making all of the wonderful baked goods that SHE is known for and that I have grown up eating. This includes the recipe for her delicious Pineapple Upside-Down Cake.
But what’s a girl to do when she wants a taste of home and nostalgia and mom’s not around? Why I just whip up mom’s delicious Pineapple Upside-Down cake myself. I don’t know how I got it but I got it, and I do know that if I share it with you here my days on God’s green earth will be numbered for sure.
Trust me when I say that this cake is divine; super moist and sweet with a little tang from the caramelized pineapple rings. Maybe the secret is in the use of the black iron skillet? Uh oh, I may have said too much. I’d better stop now. What’s most important is that making this cake has given me a little taste of my Michigan home. I can share the pictures and I can share the love but I most certainly CANNOT share the recipe. Oh well, I guess that’s why they made Google, right?