I don’t know how one exactly loses a large, glass cake plate but I did. After searching my house and turning it upside down just so I could put the damn cake plate in a place where it could easily be found for when I need it, I couldn’t locate it. And I searched, people. The entire kitchen, the basement, all the closets… no cake plate. This Saturday, I found it. In the basement. It was hidden inside a Target bag and then tucked into a large serving bowl. I put it there… and now I question why I turned the cake plate into a snow ninja.
The important thing is that I found it. Because I had a cake to put on it. A cake that I’d been dying to make and after I had, I was so worried I had messed it up. But I took it to dinner anyway. When I say that this cake was the best idea I had all week, I mean it.
I remember Miss Wendipants over at Bon Appetit Hon pointing me into the direction of this cake. I wanted it the second my eyes read the ingredients. Chocolate is always a win in my mouth. Just add bourbon and I’m yours for a weekend. I gathered up the missing ingredients over the past couple weeks and settled in for a baking lesson on Saturday.
I think I baked it a tad too long because my cake did crack. The cracks did not distract from the important part of the dessert, though. It was so rich of chocolate, heavy and moist, a hint of bourbon… superb. The fresh whipped cream Nazzie threw on the table with it was a perfect sidekick. I don’t usually make decadent desserts but I believe they need become a bigger part of my life. In other words, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more.