Several things I learned last night:
1. Never drink wine in a can. (This should be obvious.) I have a HUGE bottle of vodka (thanks awesome pal Allison!) but in my haste to get baking, I forgot to procure mixers. (Rookie mistake.) So in sheer desperation, I turned to a tiny pink can of sparkling Sofia Coppola wine that my pal Garns got as a wedding favor and left in my fridge approximately one year ago. Needless to say, it didn’t get better with age.
2. German chocolate cake — NOT German at all. No deutschen. Amerikaner. It’s named for Samuel German, who developed a sweet baking chocolate for Walter Baker & Co. in the mid-1800s. More on that here.
And speaking of baking chocolate, did anyone else sneak some out of their mom’s stash of baking paraphernalia as a kid, thinking woo hoo! This is my lucky day! Really got one over on the old lady now! Only to find that it was unsweetened, and thus a cruel joke? No?! Liars.
I made a Not-So-German chocolate cake for awesome pal Steve’s birthday today, and it smells AMAZING. You have to stir the frosting for what feels like an eternity over a hot burner. (Which almost, but not quite, set my robe on fire. Note to self: when cooking AND drinking, wear short sleeves.)
But the end result is a frosting that’s just short of fudge. Creamy, buttery, coco-nutty and caramelly, all at once. I got the recipe from good old Baker’s, where else? Give it a go, and if you use this TOP SECRET cake recipe, I certainly won’t tell anyone. PROST!