GUEST POST – Clotilde Dusolier’s Very Chocolately Fudgy Cake

Morning.

God I’m lazy. Here I am, soliciting guest posts from people when it’s Christmas and what I should instead no doubt be doing is frantically baking  up mince pies with double butter shortcrust (NO BECAUSE MINCE PIES ARE FOUL) or feeding a Christmas Pudding I made three months ago (NO BECAUSE CHRISTMAS PUDDING IS MASSIVELY OVER-RATED) or just getting stuck into the cooking sherry as I concoct some kind of foul trifle (NO….WAIT! I MEAN YES! TO BOTH COOKING BOOZE AND TRIFLE). I should be doing all these things and add them to cornucopia of Christmas-themed posts currently flooding the internet.

Anyway, I’m not doing any of those things. In passing, chatting to a friend, she mentioned she’d been baking and I barked, ‘Oh fancy doing a guest post?’ at her for no good reason. She kindly said yes and, thus, below you have L’s version of a bloody delicious, never-fail chocolate cake-that-isn’t-quite-a-cake-but-is-delicious.

L usually blogs about fashion, particularly fashion for those of us who no longer live in the realm of twenty-somethings. Or thirty-somethings. If you like you can go visit her much more stylishly designed site at The Stylopedia where there’s a lot of less to make you fat and a lot more to make you glitter.

I’ve gone relatively full Christmas this year, I think partly in an attempt to quell the nauseating homesickness I’m experiencing. I’ve done Decorating The House and had Carols on the Telly. It’s worse than ever, the homesickness, and I long, really really long, for a hot Christmas and the beach and seafood and drinking white wine in the sun (as described by fellow Perth-person Tim Minchin here).

Christmas in the UK is usually very pleasant, mostly spent in a reclining position at the in-laws’, being fed never-ending food and booze. I’ve nothing to complain about – well, other than this year’s Christmas lunch menu of Lasagne. I mean, what? IT IS NOT CHRISTMAS FOOD – and complain I musn’t. I will, however, miss home.

Stupid sunny, good, beachy family and friends Australia.

Stupid.

Right. Here’s L with a reassuringly sweary post. I’m off to cry in a corner for a little bit. I’m at work, so that will no doubt go down really well.

Oh – Merry Christmas!

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Usually I blog about clothes and style, so I’m sailing into virgin water here on a food blog, but here goes…. It turns out they’re not so dissimilar anyway; it is all about putting shit you like together and hoping it works!

Everyone needs to have a basic little black dress that can be dressed up or down for any occasion.  It requires zero thought; you just put it on, and the right one looks like you’ve made more effort than you actually have.  It looks suitable.  Appropriate.  Maybe even kick-ass on a good day.

Everyone also needs to have the dessert equivalent of a little black dress. The chocolate cake recipe below is exactly that.  It is an easy yet gasp-inducing cake that you can wheel out for a fancy dinner party, a family gathering, a child’s birthday party, or when every other dessert seems like a hassle. This cake is, in fact, my favourite thing to eat in the whole world.  If I feel like it (I usually do) I toss in a generous handful of toasted pecans in the batter.  If I am on a diet and I want to make sure that I don’t eat it, I add raspberries, because everyone knows that raspberries are disgusting as fuck, far too sour, furry, and usually full of black mould precisely three minutes after you bring them home from the grocery store, and thus would ruin what would otherwise be an amazingly dark, dense, perfect chocolate cake. (Editor’s note: L is very wrong about raspberries. Very, very wrong).
Ok, maybe everyone doesn’t know that, but now you do.  Shockingly, the original recipe calls for (read: is ruined by) the addition of 200g of fork-mashed raspberries, but I am going to leave those out in order to preserve all that is right and good in this world.  You can still add them if you like raspberries and don’t know any better.  Another good reason to omit raspberries is to avoid the burning shame and crippling guilt of buying raspberries, a summer fruit, in the middle of winter in England. (Editor’s note: I do this. I buy raspberries in winter in England. I know it’s bad and I still do it).  Still, we will press on and make Gateau Chocolat Framboise/ Chocolate Raspberry Cake (mais, sans raspberries) in Clotilde Dusolier’s amazingly yummy cookbook Chocolate and Zucchini (See?  Clotilde even has to go and defile chocolate with zucchini.  She can’t help herself. Leave the chocolate ALONE, Clotilde!  Mon Dieu!)
Anyway, since this is the run up to Christmas, we’re going to put a slight Christmassy spin on this perfect cracker of a cake.  O Come all Ye Bakeful and assemble (joyfully and triumphantly) the following six ingredients:

225g unsalted butter, plus a pat to grease the pan (I used salted.  No one died).

225g good-quality dark chocolate, chopped into pieces (70% is perfect, don’t go much less, but you can definitely go darker).

200g sugar
4 large eggs (don’t be a dick; buy free range organic ones)
40g plain flour (so little flour it’s practically gluten free!)
1 tsp of crushed Maldon salt flakes, or 1/2 tsp of fine sea salt (absolutely crucial to the overall deliciousness of this cake)
Preheat the oven to 180C and grease a 25cm springform pan with a pat of butter.  Even better, line the bottom of the pan with baking parchment and it will prevent it from sticking like a bastard, breaking apart, and ruining your afternoon.  And still grease both pan and parchment with butter though.  Always with the butter.

Melt the chocolate and the butter in a a double boiler, or in a heatproof bowl set over a pan of simmering water, stirring from time to time to combine.  I don’t do this.  I just melt the butter and chocolate on a verrrrry low heat, and comply with the instructions to stir now and then. Add the sugar, and stir with a wooded spoon.  Let cool for 5 minutes.  (I did not use a wooden spoon, sue me).Add the eggs one by one, stirring well between each addition. Tip in the flour and the salt (Clotilde says to sift the flour.  I have never bothered, and the cake hasn’t suffered), and stir until well combined.  This is the part where you can add in the roughly chopped toasted pecans (I did today) or the 200g of fork-mashed raspberries (shudder) or whatever else takes your fancy.  A generous pinch of cinnamon if you want to go all Mexican.  Sometimes my husband adds in a slosh of rum.  He thinks everything is better with a little alcohol added, and that probably includes me.
(Yes, there is an Elf On The Shelf in crash position in my fruit bowl).

Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake for 30 minutes.As you near the 30 minute mark, circle around your kitchen like a goldfish, and check it every minute, since ovens all vary.  Mine needs 32 minutes exactly on the middle shelf.  Do the usual thing of inserting a toothpick or knife in the centre (Editor’s note: L is American so I’d like to give her some credit her for spelling ‘centre’ properly) to make sure it is cooked through.  Do not overcook and let the edges get overly browned, or you will lose the lovely almost gooey and wet texture of the finished product.  A dry cake is the worst.  The worst.  No point really.   Chuck it in the bin.

Whilst the cake is in the oven, either lick the bowl and spoon yourself, or even better, give that job to your child… simultaneously garnering the Best and Worst Mother of the Year awards in one fell swoop.  The Best, from your delighted child, of course.  And The Worst from your child’s dentist and all the Calgary Avansino type Moms out there.  Google her if you don’t know her; you’ll want to kill yourself.

B often has photos of her family and dog on here, so I will do the same so you feel at home. Meet Pippa, the Dog’s stand-in for this post.  B and I met each other through our whippets, true fact.

Once baked, transfer the pan to a cooling rack, run a knife around the edges to loosen the cake, and unclasp the sides of the pan.

  Let it finish cooling before transferring to a plate.  This is the part when you will thank me for bossing your into using the parchment paper because it makes this process SO MUCH EASIER.  You’re welcome.

The original recipe says to cover the cake tightly with plastic wrap, and to refrigerate it for 8 hours or overnight, removing it from the refrigerator half an hour before serving.  I never do this.  I do cover the cake with a cloche (Oooooo!  Get me, so French with my fucking gateau under a cloche) and try my hardest not to eat more than two pieces in a row.

Now, for the fun part.  If it is just you and family at home, or if you are going to a barbecue or something, serve the cake au naturel.  If you are having people over, then go mad and fancy it up a bit.  At first I thought I’d accessorise with some berries and a holly leaf that I nicked from the wreath on our front door…

  …but  then I changed my mind and went for the dusty-snowflake-with-icing-sugar effect instead.  If I had some edible silver glitter, I would probably sprinkle a touch of that on as well.  Probably.  Accessorise however you like.  It isn’t a particularly beautiful cake (hence the accessorising) but what it lacks in beauty, it makes up for in flavour.
This cake is not quite a brownie and not quite a ganache; it is something in-between.  Equal parts butter and chocolate will do that!  Can you see how squishy and gorgeous it is?  A slice of unadulterated chocolate heaven, I tell you.

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4 thoughts on “GUEST POST – Clotilde Dusolier’s Very Chocolately Fudgy Cake

  1. OMG, Lisa, you’re turning into a baking wizard. Who would have figured! Looks absolutely delish: your cake and the pictures;) Nice to see your little one too and the dog’s stand-in. Merry Christmas to you ladies!
    xx Abby

  2. narf77 says:

    Yeah, your link doesn’t work Ms AB. I was TOTALLY going to buy some accouterments to make me look like a sparkly Christmas bauble (the round kind) this year at my Christmas sojourn but now I have to wear track pants and a t-shirt with tinsel wrapped around. It might be shorts and a t-shirt yet as we are promised 30C for Christmas Day and that is a load of old bollocks for Tasmania. W.A. isn’t hot enough this year. You would have to head over East to get the full brain melting experience. You are doing that “over the fence” wistful thing that you do when you have been AWOL for a while. Truth be, you have forgotten the (bloody) blowflies, the sunburn, the need to keep new human on a leash tied to a shady tree as he is GINGER and would turn into a seething mess of cankers at the first exposure to the Aussie sun. You have forgotten how disgusting hot food is at Christmas and even though you are eating lasagne (?!) it will, at least, feel “right” as something warm on a hot day. I forgot to add, lobster is $100 a kilo so seriously, you aren’t missing out much. I could send you Earl for the day. He would piss on your Christmas tree, do his level best to impregnate the dog (sterilised or not…), would teach New Human to drive (and you would have to bail them both out), would eat the lasagne forcing your In laws to have to resort to taking you out to lunch for a real Christmas dinner and would generally get underfoot and irritate you SO much you wouldn’t have time to think about Australia. P.M. me your address. It might be 30C here tomorrow but we are predicting snow. We are giving our dogs lots of stuffed toys from the thrift shop and within 10 minutes of sticking their noses into the bags there WILL be “snow” ;). Chin up old chook. Think of England. It’s really not that great over here, you just need another holiday :). Merry Christmas to you all and a big hug for The dog.OH, and Clothilde is the French Donna Hay ;).

    • b-kom says:

      I believe you on the dog-created snow front! Merry Christmas to you in blissful Tassie. Enjoy! X

      • narf77 says:

        We did. It was great. No snow yet though as the dogs were too busy eating ALL of the chook, bacon, dog treats and we even made them toasted cheese sandwiches for their dinner…no time for snow 😉

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