(I know, I know, two posts in two days?! The excitement!)
Yesterday, January 27, was National Chocolate Cake Day. I wasn’t feeling all that well so couldn’t celebrate this holiday appropriately. But today? Today we made a cake.
My helper was fascinated.
We measured and mixed and preheated the ovens. We poured and leveled the batter into pans.
This is where perhaps I went wrong. I decided that rather than two cakes (which is what Ina did), I wanted to do three. Keep that in mind, because I think that’s why it ended up… ugly.
While they baked, we did some clean-up.
It is important to lick all spoons and bowls shirtless. Easier clean up later.
The cakes cooled and we made the frosting.
We talked about what to put in between the layers and agreed on the chocolate spread I’d just bought the day before, in a fit of homesick for Israel-ness.
(When we lived there, my friend Heather and I couldn’t believe that parents gave this to the kids for breakfast, spread on toast. It’s really just chocolate frosting.)
Looks okay, right? Yeah, well the next two cakes were really hard to take out of the pan so that they started crumbling at the edges as I took them out and frosted them.
So, in the end, we had an ugly, crumbling, lopsided cake…..
That was really, really delicious.
I mean dark, chocolaty, sweet, dense but moist. My husband cut into it and said, “Your cakes are so much better than box cakes. I can tell just looking at it.” My kids ate it and declared, through chocolate-stained teeth, “Mumma, you make the best cake.”
Go forth and celebrate National Chocolate Cake Day. Even if you’re a few days late. It’s the kind of holiday I can absolutely get behind.