After baking, the cake has to be cooled in the fridge for a few hours. Since I hate cold cake, I decided to take it out of the fridge a few mins before we ate it so that it would be room temperature. T and I decided to serve it with ice cream, because, well, it just seemed like the right thing to do.
The cake was ok...just so so. When I left that night I had decided that I wouldn't use that recipe again. It wasn't that it was bad, just not really worth the effort. Honestly, I would have preferred a boxed brownie mix (which I appreciate on any and all occasions). I can't lie--I was disappointed.
But, since I'm such a forgiving person (and have little self-control against anything chocolate) I decided to give it a second chance. This time right out of the fridge...straight from the pan...for breakfast. Cause thats just the kinda girl I am.
Now, I'm mature enough to admit there are
Hindsight is 20/20.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Give me a break. Geez.
This was not one of those times. This was one of those times when you thank your lucky stars that you gave it another try because you're pretty sure that you were just given a glimpse of what Heaven might be like. Cold is the key for this cake. It isn't a cake, but not quite a brownie. It lies somewhere in the delicious chocolaty in between.
I will spare you all the gory details, but once the secret was out (i.e. T was informed of its greatness)...well, lets just say we're not proud of the decisions we made. Thank goodness for things like mercy, grace, and forgiveness...and a strapping young man who kicks our hineys twice a week :)