I reached the 12K mark yesterday on my writing challenge. A great feat for the first week, though I'm blowing it today by not writing at all. Ah well. All work and no play, yada yada. So today, instead of typing with wild abandon, I've baked a cake, read a book, done some chores...and will just have to hope I haven't screwed myself out of the momentum I had going.
Deal is, I had to take a break. It's not that I can't write day after day, but I don't want to lose sight of the fun factor...as in, this should be fun not some kind of torturous or agonizing experience. So, time out today, back to work tomorrow. It's all good.
Besides, my perk for getting such a good word count was to make a cake. And man, was that a great idea.
Earlier this week, over breakfast, I was reading an article on the web about this 18-year old girl in England who has this incredible food blog, Top With Cinnamon, that is winning awards for the desserts and photos. The recipe they focused on in the story was her Swedish Chocolate Cake. It looked beyond delicious so I printed out the recipe--a very simple one with ingredients I had on hand--and made it for my 12K reward.
Can I just say, wiping the drool off my chin, that this is one of the most unique and totally scrumptious cakes ever invented? Bar none? It was gooey in the middle like pudding fudge, but chewy on the edges like a brownie. Seriously, amazingly, wonderfully good.
As with many of the cakes I used to make whilst living in the UK, it was one layer, only a few inches high; not overly sweet even with the dusting of icing sugar on top.
Here, let me show you...
And OMG, the gooey, pudding-like center. Swoon-worthy. It was so yummy, I could hardly stop myself from just picking the whole slice up and shoving it in my mouth. I'm not even kidding. It's soft, like melted fudge, but not too over-the-top sugary...
A close-up--and I realize with these shots that I will never be a food photographer. Still, that forkful of deliciousness looks pretty good, don't you think, peeps? Imagine what it tastes like and you'll still not come close to the reality...
Luckily for my waistline, and to spare me from a chocolate overdose, my neighbor popped in for a minute to ask me how the writing was going. She took one look at the cake, sitting all gorgeous and to die for on the kitchen counter, and gave me the I'm begging you for a piece of whatever that is look. I sent her home with half.
So, if you need a reward, dear readers, want to make someone deliriously happy, or just want to indulge in a pudding-fudge-brownie dessert that comes in one luscious cake, than this is it. No question.