Len’s challenge this week: share with me a recipe for a rich, dark chocolate cake. Preferably one with chocolate chips and maybe peanut butter too. After that, I don’t care, the rest is up to you.
Len also mentioned two more things in his challenge post: that he likes to get us out of our comfort zone, and that he would love to see a response in poetry.
Well, I hope to satisfy both those requests. This post is so far out of my freakin’ comfort zone that I can’t even see it from here, and I have tried (you dear reader, will be judge of whether I have succeeded) to write this in the style of Mr Theodor Geisel, more commonly known as Dr. Seuss.
Yeah, I know. Not exactly Keats, but about as close to poetry as I’m likely to get.
Theodor Geisel’s Chocolate Cake
The things you will need
if you are to succeed:
Two cups of water, of the boiling variety,
and one cup of butter, softened entirely.
Two and three-quarter cups all-purpose flour,
as well as a cup of non-sweet cocoa powder.
Two teaspoons needed of baking soda
but only a half of one of baking powder.
A half teaspoon of salt, or a pinch, if you like,
and two and one half cups of sugar, so white.
One and one half teaspoons vanilla extract,
And last but not least, four eggs, in a hat-act.
What you must do
if you are to get through.
Heat up the oven to one-seven-five,
then grease three tins that are nine inches wide.
In a medium bowl put the cocoa inside,
then pour over the water and whisk for a while.
Gather flour and salt, and ingredients, baking.
Sift them together, and set them to waiting.
Cream butter and sugar within a large bowl,
until light and fluffy, then make a hole.
Beat in the eggs - only one at a time,
then add the vanilla and stir ‘til sublime.
Take the cocoa and flour, and alternate
mix each in the bowl to make a brown paste.
In your three greasy pans you pour the batter,
and place in your oven, how doesn’t matter.
Bake for 'round half an hour give or take minutes, five.
Then once it has cooled, slather icing sublime.
And there! Before you a cake, soft and moist.
You are, my friend, a true baker.