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October 17, 2014


This takes me back. My Pennsylvania Dutch grandmother used to make this cake. It was the grandchildren's job to sit around the kitchen table digging the walnut meat out with tiny screwdrives. The cake was always delicious. We never ate the raw walnuts, because they were all reserved for the cake. Maybe the flavor is vastly improved by baking. Maybe, as someone suggested earlier, yours cured a bit too long. You should definitely try again next year. Thanks for bringing back these memories!

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