Happy belated Father’s Day to all you dads out there. I didn’t post yesterday, I was a little busy. First it was family time, followed closely by some of my favorite kinda time – kitchen. Not the cleaning part, but the cooking & baking part. If you’re new to my world, I really love to cook! My hubby calls me Betty. As in Crocker. Although there are some days I feel more like Betty Rubble from the Flintstones.
Like yesterday. I’m not new to baking. It’s one of the things I love to do. I have to be careful in the cooler months b/c the things I love to bake are not exactly healthy. I do have some healthier recipes, but you know, they’re just not as much fun as a big batch of chocolate chip oatmeal cookies!
So yesterday is Father’s Day. I really wanted to go all out for my husband and totally spoil him. We made his favorite breakfast – orange cinnamon rolls & bacon. My daughter made her ‘famous’ cheesy eggs for him all by herself. When I asked about dinner, he asked for garlic chicken stir fry. Ok, I can do that. We all love it. Dessert, well, that’s my department. I’d seen a recipe that looked really decadent and deadly – dark chocolate Guinness cake. Wow! My husband is a beer lover and he really enjoys the dark beers. So I thought I’d make it a twofer-the beer can be part of his FAther’s day gift and make a delicious dessert at the same time. And that is when the kitchen gods laughed at me and my folly. The nerve to attempt something like this was apparently too much. Although I do have to say I’ve done much more complicated things than a layer cake. I mean come on! My 8yo daughter could do a layer cake!
I followed the recipe to a T. Did everything I needed to do. Except that the recipe recommended using cocoa powder in the cake pans. I normally use sugar, it doesn’t leave icky tasting blobs on the cakes and they turn out just fine. Hm, well, ok, I’ll give the cocoa powder a go, I mean, it’s a chocolate cake, why the heck not? I’m already living on the edge here, let’s go for it!
Did I just say living on the edge? Yeah, well, I went over the edge. Cakes bake up, smell wonderful. I’m getting really excited. And then it happened. I tried to turn out the first cake on the rack. Notice I said ‘tried’? First cake broke and I was so bummed. Rather than forcing the second, I put it in the fridge, determined to make sure it was totally cooled before attempting to turn it out. When it was good and cool, I pulled it out and let it come to room temp before trying (I wanted it to be pliable, not brittle ya know?). And….BAMMO! Broke again! GRRRRR. I wasn’t frustrated this time around, I was PISSED. So mad. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s just maddening. Fine. Fine. Then my son, oh my son. I love that boy. He’s growing into a fine young man. He came into the kitchen and saw my disaster, the source for my anger and asked me
‘Which one broke worse?’
‘What? What do you mean? They’re both terrible!’ I said with a real growl in my voice.
‘Which one broke worse? Which one is worse?’
‘LOOK AT THEM! THEY ARE BOTH TERRIBLE!’ (yes I know it’s all caps, that’s b/c I was yelling I was so mad.)
‘Which flavor is worse?’
Oh, ok, i get it now. When I told him I was making dark chocolate Guinness cake, he thought one cake was the chocolate and the other was the Guinness.
‘No son, they are the same. The same batter was in each pan.’
Then hubby pipes up, ‘Son, one of these days you’ll learn when you just need to shut up.’
Boo. So mad at this stupid cake and I yelled at my boy.
Damn this cake. I will make it work. I will. I will. I will!
I made the frosting and cobbled it together. It was ugly. I called it my ‘Thunder cake’, since our Thunder are playing kinda messy these days, it was dark and messy, just like they’ve been! I put it in the fridge w/the thought that the frosting might act kind of like glue and hold it all together.
O.M.G. I sliced it up and, all I can say is, I almost became an instant diabetic! So rich and so strong! It’s very decadent and rich and if you plan on making it, make it when you’ve got a crowd, because one slice is all you’re going to be able to handle. I had one slice last night and I don’t want any more! Fortunately, I’ve got some great neighbors that I consider friends and I shared with two families and still had some left for whoever is brave enough to have more! I haven’t heard from them yet, I”m interested to hear what they think about it.
The next time you have a kitchen disaster, relax, have a glass of wine, and know you’re not alone. And try to make it work. I will say I’ve had some disasters that were beyond repair (one cake looked like someone had taken a big dump in the pan) and that happens too. Try not to stress too much, or growl at your kids.
Enjoy your week!