Re: Chocolate cake. There once was a chocolate cake that I made for Alexander's birthday. We never got round to eating it before he went to France so I froze it. Yesterday we had it for tea. I only meant to have one slice. I carefully saved it for tea time, not having any for elevenses as I didn't want to overdo it. So how come at 4pm it was as though I was heroin mainlining cake? Crack cocaine snorting cake? I just hoovered it up and every time I finished ramming an enormous slice of many gooey layers into my mouth I cut another. The best bit was the end with extra chocolate and plastic (fondant) icing. I thought the double cream I poured over the top just gave it that extra loveliness. Mr Smith had two slices too. I was horribly full and couldn't manage my dinner four hours later.
Bleaghgh!
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