Memories of Sachertorte

My family has many rich food traditions, most of which revolve around birthdays and special holidays. Growing up in San Francisco in the 1970s and 80s, we celebrated most birthdays with a home-cooked meal chosen by the celebrant, and a Sachertorte – a delectable chocolate cake filled with apricot preserves, originating from the Sacher Hotel in Vienna.

As a kid, I loved celebrating family birthdays, mainly for the cake (as most children do). My mom would invite me to drive over to Fantasia Bakery in Laurel Village with her to pick up the Sachertorte. She would usually sweeten the deal with a delicious little pettifor – a bite-sized cake that was elaborately decorated. Not that the deal really needed to be sweetened. Sadly, Fantasia is long gone; however, my family’s collective memory of this enchanting cake remains strong to this day, and can easily lead to some lamenting over the missing Sachertorte at birthday celebrations.

I haven’t enjoyed a slice of birthday Sachertorte for almost two decades. Since my family had plans to get together on Sunday night at Juan’s Place in Berkeley, I got it into my head to bake this family favorite (my first time), then bring it to the restaurant where we were all meeting up to celebrate four birthdays.

I woke up early on Sunday with Sadie’s first feeding and decided to get baking. At first, I was a bit intimidated by the recipe, but as I completed each step, I realized that it was not out of my league by any means. After Caleb woke up, he assisted with the final steps: spreading the apricot preserves and glazing the cake with the bittersweet ganache.

Before the family dinner, Mateo and I took the kids to the Berkeley Jewish Community Center where we participated in a wonderful Purim festival. Caleb’s friend Jordan and his family joined us, and we had such fun together in the calamitous, kid strewn carnival.

After the Purim party, the cake drove over with us to Juan’s and was a huge hit with my family. It was delicious, but certainly wasn’t the Sachertorte of my childhood memories. I’d say it was a pretty fair attempt. I mainly enjoyed watching Caleb, Mateo, my sisters, and my father, as they gobbled up their slices. It’s just the best, having homemade cake when everyone gets together.

At the end of a long week and a weekend packed with plans, I wonder how I could have any remaining energy to bake a Sachertorte. Am I crazy? Very likely. Am I overextending myself? Uh, yeah, totally. But, after thinking about it for a while, what comes to me is that I get energy from doing the things I love most and I love to cook. Even more, I love to cook with my Caleb.

What I loved most about baking the Sachertorte with Caleb was that I was directly exposing him to a family tradition that holds such fond memories for me, and at the same time teaching him to make it on his own when he gets older. For me, hopefully! Is that wrong?

[Click for Sachertorte recipe]

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7 thoughts on “Memories of Sachertorte

  1. I just watched Anthony Bourdain eat this on his show and I wanted some and you made this at home. I am impressed as I am seriously craving a slice now!! Yum! My little one would love you forever if you made her some

  2. As usual, you entice me with your words, your emotions, the photos, and the love. You are a wonderful writer/storyteller and keep me curious as to what comes next. Keep on keepin’ on….Love, Charna

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