Sunday, July 25, 2010

sweetest goodbye

This week, T and I were invited over to a friend's house for dinner and I was asked to bring dessert.  I always like occasions like these because I get to try out new recipes.  I decided to go with Paula Deen's Deep Dark Chocolate Truffle Cake that I found on Bakerella (where I get lots of recipes...I trust her. She knows dessert.  And lets be real, so does Paula).  The cake is a flourless chocolate cake-something I hadn 't ever tried before, and it was super easy to make.

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 a few numerous times that giving second chances did not have desired results.
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 :)


  1. The mistake being me eating 1/2 of the entire cake by myself...I'm not proud of my actions...but someone had to do it. The creation needed to be destroyed so it could not ruin my caloric intake any more days. Just call me a martyr.

  2. haha Tiffany, that is called thoughtful planning..getting it out of the way BEFORE it became a real problem...right? hahaha