One year ago: Morning Bread Pudding with Salted Caramel (you should totally make it this weekend) Think of it as my New York Sheet Cake, intense (the impact of cocoa and unsweetened chocolate should not be underestimated), rich (butter, in all of it), tiny (one-eighth of a sheet, to be particular) and quick to make, so you can just because you want it but not have it stay long enough to cause any permanent damage. It’s really easy, a mostly one-bowl cake and frosting. I mean, you can have a slice but after that you have to go home and make your own. But if you’ve been there, you’ve felt this, this is for you. Really, I tried to come up with a less cumbersome title, but “chocolate cake with chocolate frosting” doesn’t connote the central urgency here.Īnd hey, if you are someone who doesn’t occasionally have a need for rainbow-confetti-ed and chocolate buttercream-ed chocolate cake that is so loud, it drowns out everything else, please step away from my cake. Or The Nothing Is Ever Going To Be Okay Again If I Don’t Have Chocolate Cake Cake. So, here is the promised Oh My God, Is That Chocolate Cake? Give It To Me Right Now Cake. And while I’m happy to tell you that my interest in most foods (except for chicken, sweet potatoes and soup, they know what they did) has returned, my devotion to these categories hasn’t waned in the slightest. I recently warned (threatened?) that I might have to exclusively dedicate this space for a while to a few currently acceptable categories, those that involve butter, bread, peanut butter or chocolate. And I regretted that when I asked my husband why we didn’t have any chocolate cake, he said “because you haven’t made any?” He was correct - I’d made them dinner, instead - and the great unraveling of all that had once been right and good but failed to lead me to chocolate cake continued. I regretted not licking every beater of chocolate buttercream that had ever crossed my path when I worked at a bakery in high school. ![]() ![]() I needed a piece of chocolate cake so badly that I began to regret every cupcake shop I’d ever walked past and not gone in during the height of the mid-aughts cupcake craze. Except the word “wanted” doesn’t accurately describe the craving it was suddenly everything. ![]() on a day I had consumed mostly air and maybe a slice of toast because I couldn’t for the life of me imagine how food had ever tasted good, without any warning, I wanted a slice of chocolate cake with swirls of chocolate frosting and probably some sprinkles and the sprinkles, so help them, better be rainbow.
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