Lotsa chocolate

I had to make this cake from Nie Nie's blog (click on Nie Nie's blog all the way to the right on my blog lists to see the recipe and more info). Basically, Nie Nie is recovering from a near fatal airplane crash and during her recovery she's trying to ADD weight. Her goal is to find the right chocolate cake to add the "junk in the trunk". Well, I don't need junk in the trunk but I figured this would be a great way to kick off the loss of my final 5lbs. I am fitting in all my pre-baby clothes nicely, but it could be much, much nicer with another 5-10lbs off. I will shoot for 5lb and be happy.

Anyway, here's how our cake turned out, from the recipe made for Nie Nie from the Conversations with a Cupcake blog. It was a 2-night process and Anna helped me the second night.

There was chocolate on the floor and on the counters and on our legs and everywhere else. The kitchen and the fridge and the dishwasher still smell like chocolate in certain places, as I guess it will be until all of the dishes and cracks and crevaces are washed.

It was heavenly if not too rich and by the time Anna and I sat down to eat it, she had two bites and some sips of milk before she was "all done, Mama!" I guess (like myself) having eaten most of it in the making, she was already full (like myself). I worried a little about all that chocolate giving her a tummy ache but proceded anyway figuring we'll just learn the hard way. Fortunately it didn't seem to affect her.

There was no way we were eating this whole big-ass cake at our house, and Paul's clinic had enough sweets (he says). So my punishment for making this monster was carrying it across our mile-long parking lot at work for my co-workers to enjoy. And they did! You can count on food to go fast when there's plenty of co-workers involved.

I still can't explain why I HAD TO HAD TO HAD TO go out of my way to make this cake. It involved thoughtful grocery shopping for ingredients I've never even used before. But just had to do it I guess.

P.S: Happy Birthday to OM today! I have your gift, but because I'm so forgetful you probably won't get it till you're 21 or something.