When it comes to cake, everyone definitely has their preferences. Chocolate- milk or dark, yellow, angel food, devil's food, red velvet, the list goes on. The list for frosting preferences is equally as specific and lengthy.
For birthdays, I think a homemade cake is the best. At my house, the rule is that when it's your birthday, you can eat cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you wish. (Of course, if there's cake around and you choose to eat it for breakfast I would be the last person to say no; I might even join you in having a slice. After all, Bill Cosby even pointed out that it has eggs, butter, milk, and flour in it- all things someone might have in an authorized breakfast food.)
On my birthday, we make an exception. I do not want a homemade cake. I want a chocolate cake from Portillos. Ah the decadence, the milk-chocolately frosting, the chocolate cake (and even though I know they make it with mayonaise, I pretend I know nothing about it's creation when I eat it!).
Frankie likes yellow cake. Luci wants cake that is more frosting than cake, and my husband craves dark chocolate. As someone who loves to bake I set out to find the perfect dark chocolate cake with the perfect dark chocolate frosting. I have perfected the dark chocolate cake! If you are familiar with Molly B's cupcakes in Chicago you have experienced the creamy, sweet, thick yet fluffy frosting of the gods. Yes, I have that recipe. Pair that with a "from scratch" dark chocolate cake using "black cocoa powder" and you have a masterpiece for the dark-chocolate lover! I found "special dark" cocoa powder on the shelves at the store, but that was nothing compared to the black cocoa powder I discovered from a specialty store. This cocoa powder is so black and fine, blacker than the best dirt to dig in for worms to fish with; whatever it touches becomes black- the measuring cup, my knuckles, my apron- anything. A lot of scrubbing must go into the clean-up when using this. But the results are worth it. Or at least my husband, and whomever he deems lucky enough to share a piece with, thinks so.
The picture doesn't do justice to show just how black this cake is. I went to take another picture of it, in better lighting, but it had vanished- crumbs and all, and was nowhere to be seen.
For birthdays, I think a homemade cake is the best. At my house, the rule is that when it's your birthday, you can eat cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you wish. (Of course, if there's cake around and you choose to eat it for breakfast I would be the last person to say no; I might even join you in having a slice. After all, Bill Cosby even pointed out that it has eggs, butter, milk, and flour in it- all things someone might have in an authorized breakfast food.)
On my birthday, we make an exception. I do not want a homemade cake. I want a chocolate cake from Portillos. Ah the decadence, the milk-chocolately frosting, the chocolate cake (and even though I know they make it with mayonaise, I pretend I know nothing about it's creation when I eat it!).
Frankie likes yellow cake. Luci wants cake that is more frosting than cake, and my husband craves dark chocolate. As someone who loves to bake I set out to find the perfect dark chocolate cake with the perfect dark chocolate frosting. I have perfected the dark chocolate cake! If you are familiar with Molly B's cupcakes in Chicago you have experienced the creamy, sweet, thick yet fluffy frosting of the gods. Yes, I have that recipe. Pair that with a "from scratch" dark chocolate cake using "black cocoa powder" and you have a masterpiece for the dark-chocolate lover! I found "special dark" cocoa powder on the shelves at the store, but that was nothing compared to the black cocoa powder I discovered from a specialty store. This cocoa powder is so black and fine, blacker than the best dirt to dig in for worms to fish with; whatever it touches becomes black- the measuring cup, my knuckles, my apron- anything. A lot of scrubbing must go into the clean-up when using this. But the results are worth it. Or at least my husband, and whomever he deems lucky enough to share a piece with, thinks so.
The picture doesn't do justice to show just how black this cake is. I went to take another picture of it, in better lighting, but it had vanished- crumbs and all, and was nowhere to be seen.