Marble cake is a fond childhood memory. It is one of the cakes that my mum used to make and we loved her cakes.
I remember one evening my mum had made her chocolate marble cake with butter cream frosting and my brother's friends visited. My brother had / still have really good friends. I can not remember if it was his birthday, but a few of them stayed the night. We all had a few pieces of the cake after dinner. It was getting late and we all retired to bed. Now, the rest of he delicious cake was in a serving dish covered by food net on the dinning table. The next day morning when I came down from my room, all I found was an empty plate on the table. The cake was no where to be found. Mummy was enquiring about the 'lost cake' and the very conscientious,sincere R chettan confesses the truth. At night when evryone was fast asleep he came down not one but many times to our dining room finishing off the cake one piece at a time till none was left. I tell the tale each time I have this cake remembering the taste of my mum's delicious marble cake and butter cream frosting.