Ever wonder what becomes of those goth teenagers when they hit 30? The goth girl of my aquaintance ( And she will tell you, "Once a goth, always a goth.") became a brilliant, compassionate, and inspired adult who still wears a lot of earrings and black nail polish. T. is a rock.
We work together. She's the kind of person who will listen, encourage, create, argue, and pull you right back from the edge of that metaphorical cliff. The next recipient had to be T. A family woman, she needed something easy to transport back home, something that would hold up if she froze it, a cake suitable for children.
Page 113, Michelle Urvater's Deep-Dish Chocolate Cake leaped off the page and into my oven. The only change I made was to go with buttercream, rather than the suggested sour cream frosting. My high-mileage Toyota Matrix (great gas economy, flimsy body) once sat in T.'s driveway while we went traveling. When we returned from our coastal adventure, T.'s husband B. had washed and waxed that old Toyota. B. loves buttercream frosting, and a man like that deserves buttercream.
This recipe makes a lot of cake, and I did a snack sized one to test the flavor. It is, as Michelle says, a "perfect...moist, sweet cake...". Upon tasting this, B. asked my friend what she did to warrant chocolate cake. T. told B. she had no clue. B. said he hoped whatever it was, she'd keep right on doing it.
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