Anne of Green Gable’s Nut Cake / Anne of Green Gables Nøttekake

A recipe inspired by the literature found on
World Turn’d Upside Down
Anne Of Green Gables Nut Cake_post

Stephanie Ann Farra who runs ‘World Turn’d Upside Down‘ writes: For this challenge, I decided to make the nut cake with pink icing and walnuts from Anne of Avonlea. It was a hard decision, I was considering making something from Les Miserables or Wuthering Heights as they were both books where food played a major role in the plot.  But I Love the Anne of Green Gables series and wanted to make this cake a few years back but hadn’t gotten around to it.

Anne Of Green Gables Nut Cake_ill

000_england_recipe_marker_nytraditional badge literature000_norway_recipe_marker_ny

2 thoughts on “Anne of Green Gable’s Nut Cake / Anne of Green Gables Nøttekake

  1. Ingrid says:

    Said Mr. Harrison: “And I suppose you were scared to death to come here and tell me, after the fuss I made yesterday, hey? But you mustn’t mind me, I’m a terrible outspoken old fellow, that’s all. . .awful apt to tell the truth, no matter if it is a bit plain.”
    “So is Mrs. Lynde,” said Anne, before she could prevent herself.
    “Who? Mrs. Lynde? Don’t you tell me I’m like that old gossip,” said Mr. Harrison irritably. “I’m not. . .not a bit. What have you got in that box?”
    “A cake,” said Anne archly. In her relief at Mr. Harrison’s unexpected amiability her spirits soared upward feather-light. “I brought it over for you. . .I thought perhaps you didn’t have cake very often.”
    “I don’t, that’s a fact, and I’m mighty fond of it, too. I’m much obliged to you. It looks good on top. I hope it’s good all the way through.”
    “It is,” said Anne, gaily confident. “I have made cakes in my time that were not, as Mrs. Allan could tell you, but this one is all right. I made it for the Improvement Society, but I can make another for them.”
    “Well, I’ll tell you what, miss, you must help me eat it. I’ll put the kettle on and we’ll have a cup of tea. How will that do?”
    “Will you let me make the tea?” said Anne dubiously.
    Mr. Harrison chuckled.
    “I see you haven’t much confidence in my ability to make tea. You’re wrong. . .I can brew up as good a jorum of tea as you ever drank. But go ahead yourself. Fortunately it rained last Sunday, so there’s plenty of clean dishes.”
    Anne hopped briskly up and went to work. She washed the teapot in several waters before she put the tea to steep. Then she swept the stove and set the table, bringing the dishes out of the pantry. The state of that pantry horrified Anne, but she wisely said nothing. Mr. Harrison told her where to find the bread and butter and a can of peaches. Anne adorned the table with a bouquet from the garden and shut her eyes to the stains on the tablecloth. Soon the tea was ready and Anne found herself sitting opposite Mr. Harrison at his own table, pouring his tea for him, and chatting freely to him about her school and friends and plans. She could hardly believe the evidence of her senses.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s