Schatzi: Though this cake was a prominent fixture on the community cookbook circuit when it debuted (my mother’s version is noted as being from the Nursing Office Cookbook), I have no conscious memory of it. I came across the recipe in my mother’s recipe box, which contains not only many magnificent Christmas cookie recipes, but also numerous treasures of late Sixties and early Seventies cooking. I remember quite a few of them, but there are a number that my mother seems to have dropped from her rotation as I was growing up. Malia remembers this one (and the Banana Split Cake) quite well; Mom made them all the time when Malia was a little girl, right about the time of Watergate.
I happened upon it in the Desserts section of Mom’s recipe box, and had to make it for several reasons:
- I have been craving a pistachio cake lately,
- our love for desserts with fun ingredients like soda,
- my love for vintage recipes, and
- my sincere affection for Richard Nixon (he’s one of my two favorite US presidents). I am totally serious.
It’s a very simple, throw everything together kind of recipe, and since it’s not from scratch, I just dumped everything into my big measuring cup/mixing bowl and stirred it up real good. I especially enjoyed watching the pistachio green color bloom into the rest of the cake at I mixed. Be careful not to overbake; the cake will look slightly sunken in the middle even when done.
As for taste, HOLY SHIT. We had pieces last night, and it was nice. But then I had a piece this morning after it had been refrigerated all night (breakfast of champions!), and it delivered. Cool, creamy, and that perfect ice cream parlor pistachio green that is so evocative of childhood. It’s like ambrosia in cake form! It might not tickle the sophisticated palate, but it is a comforting, nostalgic treat. I can’t wait to enjoy some on a hot summer day.