Hello. I realise it’s a bit of a stretch between posts at the moment. I read somewhere you’re not supposed to tell your beloved blog readers how busy you are, but I’m afraid it’s been a bit on-the-go lately and I’ve not been doing a great deal of cooking.
Last weekend I made a very foolish decision to once more try a cake in ShitOven. A cake that the boyfriend and I would have no chance of eating and one which wouldn’t travel well in his backpack on the cycle to work. Am an idiot. Happily we lunched with some friends on Sunday and the poor things were forced to take half of it home with them.
It’s delicious mudcake. I got the recipe from an Australian Women’s Weekly cookbook, didn’t do the chilli cherries thing you’ll note below. No cherries, innit, to be found.
You’ll need to gather:-
250g of butter (that’s right, 250g, this is not a cake for dieters)
200g of dark chocolate, I used 85% Green & Blacks
2 cups of caster sugar (I used 1.5 cups and it was plenty)
1 cup of milk
80ml of whisky or bourbon. If I were you I’d have less milk and more bourbon. We used Jack Daniels.
1.5 cups of Plain flour (is that what is says in the photos? I can’t make it out, I think that’s right)
whatever it says for Self Raising flour and cocoa – is it 1/4 for one and 1.3 for the other?
In a saucepan, throw in the chopped up butter, cracked up chocolate, vanilla, milk, booze and sugar and melt it all down into luxurious fattiness.
Initially it’ll go through that very common baby-sick stage lots of baking does. Yum.
Then the butter will look like globules of lard floating in a surgeon’s bowl at a gastric band operation. Keep going.
Mix through the flours and cocoa, sifting if you can be bothered, and then the eggs. I used a whisk. I like whisks.
Then pour into a greased and lined 22cm cake pan, springform if you have.
It’ll look like the above. Nice. Stick it in a pre-heated oven at 170C or so – I used gas mark 3. I think the book recommends 150C if your oven is fan forced.
I put the pan inside a high sided roasting tin and fortified it with foil, in an attempt to prevent incineration by ShitOven. You’ll see shortly how well that worked.
Earlier in the day we took a drive to and stroll through Wimbledon common. It was cold, autumnal and not too busy.
Look at what ShitOven did. Look upon the devastation. Bastard oven.
I sliced around it and got rid of the worst of the burnt stuff.
I meant to make a ganache but put too much cream in for the amount of chocolate, because I am an idiot. So I added some whipped cream and marscapone. Tasted nice.
It’s like nothing ever happened, bad, to this cake, eh?
Below is a slice of it. I tried to make a nice slice but dropped it, so here it is, broken.