
Strolling along Ackland Street St Kilda, post jazz concert at the nearby Palais, on a chilly Melbourne evening warrants a coffee/hot chocolate and cake. And the institution for cake in this neck of the woods is Monarch Cakes. There are plenty of choices but three stand-out must haves if one is aiming for the items of folklore, they are:
- Chocolate Kooglhoupf
- Polish cheesecake
- Plum cake


Despite the fabulous descriptor provided by the staff for the cheesecake I like a bit of fruit in my cake and for my partner chocolate
beats cheese. 'We bake the same way our grandmothers did, using the
ingredients in
their most natural form. Our cakes are made with the highest grade
butter and sugar and we never use substitutes or premixes' reads the
speal on the website. As long as the grandmothers used canned plums!
That would be one of the major differences between the baking of my
grandmother and my mother - grandma never used canned foods. Although on
the whole both choices were rich, moist and dense as one would expect
of a European cake. So with chills warmed and emotions feed it was time to head back east to the burbs.
http://www.monarchcakes.com.au/
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