The 80’s brought ease and convenience to the kitchen. It didn’t matter if it didn’t taste as good, it was easier. I don’t know why our time suddenly became more valuable, but it was certainly presented as such. Maybe it was so many women entering the work force and still wanting to fulfill all their “good” wife and mom fantasies.
I have seen many variations on this cake, but this one remains my favorite. The pineapple works so well. It gives sweetness, a bit of texture and I like the added pop of color. And, as you’ll notice, nothing was natural, there was no such thing as organic. Everything came in a box or a can, but it never occurred to me that was a bad thing; it tasted good. Everyone I knew was constantly sharing new recipes along these lines that they’d discovered.
The cake is fairly light and very refreshing. Of course, I love anything pineapple. You actually have to chew it and yet it’s soft like all fruits. Maybe my affinity for tangy fruit is my lack of chocolate taste buds. I’m pretty sure I would choose this over a chocolate cake any day. I often leave the toasted coconut off though; too many people in my life go “yuck” to the coconut. Idiots!
Don’t wait for summer to make this cake; bring summer into this dreary winter via this nummy recipe.
Bake a 9 x 13 inch yellow cake: your recipe, Betty Crocker’s recipe, Pillsbury’s recipe. Once removed from the oven poke holes all over the top,
Boil 1 large (20 ounce) can of crushed pineapple undrained with 1 cup of sugar. Pour over the cake and cool.
Cook 1 3.4 ounce package vanilla pudding. Cool and spread over cake.
Whip 1 1/2 cup cream, 2 to 3 tablespoons sugar and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Spread over the cake.
Cake can be topped with toasted coconut.
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Recipes using labor saving ingredients were very popular in the 80’s. This one opened some interesting discussions if you had young children at the time. And is this not the perfect cake to celebrate Valentine’s Day?
and remember: If a couple of gay guys want to throw the gayest, most fabulous wedding of all time, the only way it should offend you is if you aren’t invited. Big kiss, Lynn