Ricotta Revisited: Part 1, The Pound Cake

Whenever I bake, my husband’s co-workers are usually the lucky recipients of the goodies.
I load him up with the fresh, sweet treats to take to the office. And when he comes home in the evening, I await to hear what verdict has been rendered upon them.
Usually, they get the thumb’s up. But for one co-worker, there has always been a qualifier associated with them.
Ramin will happily nosh on one of my muffins or cupcakes. Then, he’ll tell my husband, “This is good. But when is your wife going to make that pound cake again?”
Apparently, this happens with regularity.
It doesn’t matter if it’s chocolate-chunk cookies or cinnamon-sugar dusted banana bread that I’ve made that week. Ramin will enjoy it, but deep down, he’s longing for the ricotta pound cake.
Since I can’t stand to see a grown-man in pound cake-pain (definitely not a pretty sight), I made him his beloved pound cake two weeks ago.







