Pork Cake – A Mid-Century Christmas Recipe Re-Run

Posted on Dec 18 2013 - 5:23am by RetroRuth

In preparation for the upcoming Five Days of Fruitcake here on the blog (starting on Friday, 12/20!) I thought I would pull this unusual, and somewhat controversial, fruitcake from our archive! Pork cake made us laugh and it made us cry, but the one thing that it couldn’t do was make us forget about fat chunks. However, this was a solid recipe outside of the chunks. If you were to replace the pork fat with another fat, like vegetable oil, I bet this cake would go from scary to amazing. Enjoy!




This is a little awkward. I suppose I should clear the air. Just confess what I’ve done wrong so we can acknowledge what I’ve done, you can forgive me, and we can move past it. I’ll do it fast, like ripping off a Band-aid. Okay? Okay. Ready?

*Deep breath*



Whew. Okay. That wasn’t so bad. So I made a cake with a pound of unrendered pork fat? So what, right? Not such a big deal. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.


Look, I wanted to make a cherry cake. It was PINK. I picked this pink cake out of a Better Homes & Gardens Cookbook and I showed it to Tom. I said, “What do you think about this cake? It has a big, fat candle sticking out of it, like that epicly stupid Kwanzaa cake Sandra Lee made.

But Tom wasn’t listening to me. He was shaking his head and pointing to another recipe. A recipe from Holiday Cooking, a pamphlet put out by The People’s Gas, Light and Coke Company, Chicago   in the 1950’s.

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“What?” I said, “No cake?”

“Oh no, there’s going to be cake.” He jabbed his finger at the offending recipe. “There’s going to be a pork cake.”

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“No.” I started shaking my head. “No. Nonononononono.”

He smiled evilly. “Yes.”

“No!” I tried to think up excuses. “It will be too expensive. Look at all that stupid fruit.”


“It’s going to take too long.”


“I’ll never be able to find pork fat on this short notice!”

“Yes we will.”

“I don’t want to!” I wailed, “Don’t make me make the pork cake!”

He took my hand in his and looked deep into my eyes. “We’ll make it together.”


So, this is one pound of pork fat, chopped up in my food processor. It was purchased at Jack’s Fruit And Meat Market. They had it on hand. In the freezer. Just like they had a whole cow tongue conveniently in the freezer that time I tried to weasel out of making tongue in gelatin

Just. Like. That.

Oh, and for the record, I have no problem cooking with lard. Lard is great. I use it in pie crust and cookies. But I have NEVER cooked with lard that hasn’t been rendered. Cooked down. (If you want to see the process, check out Erica’s lard adventure on Retro Recipe Attempts) Made delicious by heat. This fat was just…fat. Raw, raw fat. It was a first for me. And firsts are always scary.


Granted, there was a gasp at rendering in the recipe. Here is the pork fat after I poured a cup of boiling water over it. It melted some of it, but most of it was still left in little, horrible chunks.


After one hour of sitting, the fat had cooled and gelatinized some. Into brains, apparently. Which doesn’t mean it’s rendered, but brains are always fun.

But, true to the spirit of the Mid-Century Menu, I didn’t let this stop me. I pushed aside horrible feelings and got down to cooking. I measured, I sifted, I mixed, and I DID NOT taste the batter.


The batter looked okay, and it didn’t smell porky. With all of the spices and molasses, it pretty much just smelled like gingerbread. However, some small, whitish masses still remained whole in the batter, burrowing through it like fat little grubs.

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It totally looks like a grub.

But then, THEN the rendering process began. After the fat was already in the cake! The cake baked for 4 hours (!) at 250 degrees.


And baked up pretty well. The outside was freakishly crispy, and the smell of pork wasn’t completely drowned out by molasses, but overall it wasn’t too bad.


The inside was surprisingly moist, and I sent a small prayer of thanks up to God when I cut into the cake and the fat grubs were gone. I had harbored an irrational fear that they would have been resistant to heat and would have stayed, whole and slimey, in the batter.

And then it was time for only one thing.  The taste-test.

After a close inspection, of course.


“Are you sure all those raw fat things are gone?”

It turned out I wasn’t the only one with the heat-resistant-fat-grub fear.

“I think so. I didn’t see any when I was cutting it.”

“I don’t want to eat any raw pork.”

“Don’t be such a baby. This was your idea.”


Down the hatch with a nervous smile.


“How is it?”

“Fine. The outside is freakishly crunchy.”


“What’s wrong? You said it was fine.”

“I can’t shake the image of the pork bits.”

“Oh, you big baby.” I grabbed the fork and took a bite. The cake was moist and spicy, and after you got over the crunchy crust, it was pretty good. “I kind of like it. It tastes like –” I froze as something slithered over my tongue. “Aack!”


I forced myself to swallow. “That was a raisin, right?”

Tom shrugged. “You tell me.”

The Verdict: Weird.

From The Tasting Notes:

Weird even for us. The cake was moist, spicy and not too sweet. It needed some kind of orange or lemon glaze on top of it to make it really good. But it was just…wrong. It didn’t taste bad, but the preparation technique was a little off-putting for us. Right now it is stashed in our fridge, waiting for the visions of dancing fat grubs to dissipate. Then we will try eating it again. With glaze.

Cake, anyone?

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  1. CAT December 18, 2013 at 9:54 am - Reply

    Am I weird, or does that cake really look tasty? Like a rich, moist bundt cake. If you didn’t know it was made with fat, I think it would be perfectly delicious!!! Right??

    • RetroRuth December 18, 2013 at 10:19 am - Reply

      Actually, yeah. I think if you didn’t know what was in it, it would have been good!

  2. Beth December 18, 2013 at 11:30 am - Reply

    At the time this recipe was published, I’m sure all many cooks kept pork fat on hand (as Jewish cooks kept chicken fat) and that went into everything. You have a wonderful partner-in-crime in Tom.

  3. Philippa December 18, 2013 at 12:22 pm - Reply

    You could always give the squirrels and birds a Christmas treat and frost it with peanut butter before setting it outside for them. At least it would go to those who would appreciate it. 🙂

  4. dkzody December 18, 2013 at 1:16 pm - Reply

    For the crunchy outside: age this cake with brandy. Soak cheesecloth with brandy, wrap the cake and let it sit for a week. See if it improves the texture. I do that with my fruitcakes, but I use Crisco, not pork fat.

  5. Erica December 18, 2013 at 4:57 pm - Reply

    This is worth remembering any time you feel bad for making Tom taste all the mid-century recipes… he asked for it.

  6. Libby December 18, 2013 at 5:12 pm - Reply

    I live in a town with several renowned chefs who specialize in pork and barbecue (Charlottesville, Virginia). I’ve laid down the gauntlet and triple dog dared them to make this cake. LOLOL!

  7. Kari S December 18, 2013 at 5:13 pm - Reply

    So did you just use plain pork fat in that? I would have interpreted that as “fatty” salt pork, which is pork cured like bacon, but not smoked.

    But hey, I eat plum pudding every year for Christmas and it’s chock full of ground up beef fat. So bring on the pork cake – I’m not afraid! 🙂

    • dkzody December 19, 2013 at 2:06 pm - Reply

      I didn’t know that about plum pudding. No one I know makes it, though. They think it weird enough that I make a fruit cake every year that is really so good they claim it’s NOT fruitcake b/c they think they hate fruitcake.

      • Kari S December 20, 2013 at 9:38 am - Reply

        That is so funny! Wouldn’t it be easier to just admit that you like fruitcake? I made a fruitcake this year and I’m already getting that kind of response, even though we haven’t even tasted it yet.

  8. Lisa B. December 18, 2013 at 6:38 pm - Reply

    Butter. Just sayin.’

  9. Mia December 19, 2013 at 2:47 pm - Reply

    Oh. My. Hell.

  10. celia December 19, 2013 at 9:27 pm - Reply

    I want to try this with coconut oil.

  11. SusanD December 20, 2013 at 3:03 pm - Reply

    You know, if your husband ever decides to become a contestant on Survivor, I’m sure he would have no problem with the eat-totally-disgusting-squishy-squirmy thing challenge. 🙂

    I can’t get that vision of fat grubs out of my head, yuck!

  12. Pirate Jeni December 23, 2013 at 9:03 pm - Reply

    In a moment of odd synchronicity, my mother handed me my Great-Grandmother’s recipe for “Pork Cake” just yesterday. You’re lucky.. you got eggs in yours. I took a pic of the recipe if you want to see it. (it’s here: http://www.piratejeni.com/2013/12/23/this-will-happen-oh-my-yes/

    I need to make this.. thanks for your post because now I have an idea of what I’m in for and where this came from!

  13. Gayle January 14, 2015 at 5:41 pm - Reply

    Yes, they meant fatty salt pork…so mostly meat. Hence the referred-to “finely ground pork”. No wonder you had fat chunks! blurghhh! I have found I misinterpret or am just plain mystified by some of my great-grandmother’s recipes.
    My 100 year old grandmother just gave me a crock with the label “fresh margarine” on it. Isn’t that a contradiction? LOL

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