As a girl, there are days when all I want to do is dive headlong into a pool of chocolate and do the backstroke in it. I’m talking about this bad craving for all things cocoa when, uhm, once each month, I am reminded of the fact that I am not the boy with a curl, but the GIRL with a curl.
This past weekend, I had an intense craving for chocolate cake. And very specific KIND of chocolate cake. Does anyone remember the Devil’s Food Cake with White Icing at Chocolate Kiss in UP Diliman? (I wonder if that place is still open.) I loved that cake; it was chocolate bliss, the kind I was hankering for. (Ross should remember that cake with fondness too, but for different reasons. Ahehe.) But Chocolate Kiss is a 14-hour plane ride away and I was kind of sick and it was hot and gross in LA. So, given all that, I made this:


And topped it off with Marshmallow Icing, which is the traditional boiled, Seven-Minute Icing that you whip up in a double boiler, except that you beat in a cup of mini mallows at the very end until it melts into all that fluffy goodness:

The frosting was too soft to be piped, so I just piled everything on the cake, made swirls on the top with the back of a spoon, and finished off with a dusting of powdered cocoa.

That cake was soo good. It wasn’t Chocolate Kiss good, but it cured my cravings by hitting all the right chocolate spots. I even ate a slice for breakfast the following day. (I baked the thing, so I am allowed to eat it when I deem appropriate – and that’s first thing in the morning with a tall glass of ice cold milk! Yum.)

But the fact that I made all of this in under an hour and a half isn’t the real story.
THIS picture is. Can you tell why?

Teehee!
This post is for Ate Christine, who thinks I make everything from scratch.