My would-be running partner couldn't run with me on the next day, so she came and we baked using expensive chocolate. We made some
, which came out fine but lacking the "wow" factor. The batter looked suspiciously watery, but you never can tell. We had alot more trouble with the frosting. We tried to make vanilla buttercream but it curdled and looked disgusting (it's good we didn't take photos of that or you'd never want to eat anything we make. The chocolate one wouldn't become smooth either, so we reverted to
Cream Cheese Frosting (from Night-and-Day Cupcakes in How to be...)
which could hardly fail, and didn't. Though she was rather aghast that I would throw away all the failed frostings to easily. I don't usually make frosting unless I think the thing underneath can't make it on its own, or unless it's really ugly and frosting it would make people want to take it.
Still, with more time and more chocolate, we went on to make
Molten Chocolate Babycakes (from How to be...)
which were molten and chocolate but not very baby and not very cake. The lava inside the cake was very rich and throat-killing. I bought ramekins in the morning especially to make these, but they were slightly too big, I think, so the cakes came out very flat. Had fun baking though! Look forward to doing it after exams (exactly a month from now- uh-oh and yay at the same time).
Brought these to the family dinner, where they got eaten, and shared table space alongside more desserts like more chocolate muffins and canned peaches in coconut milk.
Quote: "Guess what, I had chocolate torte today for dinner, made with varholna chocolate and it tasted exactly like the one you made yesterday.. woo hoo! this means that you've succeeded and you can now sell yours for $12, eh and the one they served was half the size of yours :P it came with strawberries and vanilla ice cream :)"
the cupcakes (the heart sprinkles are from her... I don't have such things in my kitchen, though I might decide to splurge on stars one day); and the rather large babycake. Imagine your fork splitting the shell and the warm molten chocolate oozing out and beckoning you to taste it. You dip your fork in and and you do.
Sorry, Ben, that you weren't there to eat some.