cakes

We went to Buenos Aires from Paris in 1955. I remember the date because we watched the riots in Bs.As. on T.V. (it was still a really new thing then). We took a house and my father was out of work for a while, so we stayed there until our next move.
Mom decided to bake a cake. It came out absolutely delicious. But she wasn't convinced of that and was quite puzzled. According to her, it should have been very high and fluffy. Instead, it was flat as a pie and chewy. Mom said "Angel food cakes aren't supposed to come out like that."
Mom had used up about a dozen yolks in this cake.
Anybody can make a mistake.