My story for the Black Forest cake goes back to a German exchange student that stayed with us many years ago. He wanted to make a birthday cake for me. The cake part went fine but when he got to whipping cream it was another story. He was not used to a stand mixer and was distracted. You know the results. His host sister had her temps and was learning to drive. He asked her to take him to the grocery for more heavy cream. He had kidded her so much as any brother would do to his sister about being a new driver, that she said "no way". (she could not legally drive him anyhow). I ended up driving him. Now I don't care for cherries but that cake became one of my favorites. When I make it today, I always think of him. The butter was pretty good also.

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