This week I was craving a cake. Oh, we still have Christmas cake left, but I wanted cake cake. Something without raisins and currants and peel . . . just cake. Something that I could just sit down and enjoy a slice of with a nice hot cup of herbal tea. It didn't have to be fancy smancy . . . just pleasant and satisfying. I toyed with making a Victoria Sandwich Cake (which is our favourite cake) or a Coffee Walnut Cake (another favourite), but they just weren't ticking the boxes of my desire. I wanted something spicy and dense, dark and delicious and then I remembered this gingerbread cake recipe that I have had in my big blue binder for about a bazillion years. In fact I think its been about a bazillion years since I have made it. You cannot call it a pretty cake by any stretch. It is the ugly step sister of pretty cake. The country cousin of the city mouse . . . a cake you might be tempted to overlook when glancing upon ...