Gobba Gobba Hey
When Steven Gdula was growing up in western Pennsylvania, gobs were everywhere-at church bake sales and birthday parties, and even stacked by convenience store cash registers, sparkling in cellophane. Transplanted to California, Steven found himself dreaming of gobs: two rounds of moist cake joined by sweet, fluffy icing. The only way to satisfy his craving was to start baking them himself-but wit...
When Steven Gdula was growing up in western Pennsylvania, gobs were everywhere-at church bake sales and birthday parties, and even stacked by convenience store cash registers, sparkling in cellophane. Transplanted to California, Steven found himself dreaming of gobs: two rounds of moist cake joined by sweet, fluffy icing. The only way to satisfy his craving was to start baking them himself-but wit...
