Food You Can Eat: Irish Chocolate Whisky Cake

17/3/21 Elliecoo 15

This cake tastes much better than it looks – it is rich, moist, chocolate yumminess. You should make this


Preheat your oven to 325 and butter a 10” spring form pan. Dust the buttered pan all over with 2 tablespoons of high quality cocoa powder. (You need this pan type, the sides lock, then spring open to release the cake.)

Over low heat, mix together 1 and 1/2 cups strong, brewed coffee, 1/2 cup Irish whisky (Butcher, I think that cherry juice or apple juice would be a fine substitute for the whisky), 12 tablespoons unsalted butter, 3/4  cup of that cocoa powder, 1 cup granulated sugar, and 1 cup brown sugar, Whisk about until the butter is melted, the sugar is dissolved, and it looks smooth and shiny. Cool completely, annoying but true…Cousin M, you can dance with the faithful hound, but as for me, I will just growl at the delay .

In a large bowl, mix together 2 cups flour, 1 and 1/2 teaspoons baking soda, 1 teaspoon sea salt, 1/2 teaspoon black pepper, and 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves.

Meanwhile, add 3 eggs and 1 tablespoon vanilla extract to the cooled chocolate mixture. Pour the chocolate mix into the flour mix, stir it up, and add in 1 bag of mini semisweet chocolate chips.

Bake for 55 to 65 minutes, until a skewer comes out clean. It was done at 55 minutes for me, I would check it then. Cool the cake, spring the pan, and dust with powdered sugar. Obviously, this is not a heart healthy cake, but it was served in a rationed manner and lasted nearly a week.

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  6. That looks and sounds incredible. I will have to take out my spring-form pan and get to it! My God I can’t wait for this pandemic to be over, or at least manageable. This is a great “Wow factor” dessert, but if I’m the one making it, and the hound (obviously) can’t have any of it, the only person who would be wowed would be The Better Half. 
     
    I have mentioned before that we used to live in a very sociable building. We were constantly entertaining each other but time moves on and so did most of my building buddies, to be replaced by anonymous new owners and a rotating cast of subletters. We also used to have a stable staff but our Board, to save money, two or three years ago hired a “management” company (they don’t care whether we live or die) and they, in turn, staff the building from a temp agency. 
     
    This is all very saddening to me because when we first moved in, into an apartment with a REAL kitchen, I was baking up a storm. I used to make extra just for the staff, because it saved them a trip to the sub-par bodegas to get snacks. 
     
    Oh well, tempus fugit. And while I’m ranting this fine St. Patrick’s Day, WordPress spellcheck auto-corrected “tempus fugit” to “tempos fugitive.” That is an interesting concept but not what I meant. 

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