Yesterday I finished writing a ten-page paper about the movie Chocolat. (Analyzing the themes of oppression in it, if you care at all)
Yesterday Seth and I went to the BYU Library and checked out some books. My selection?
Needless to say I have been craving chocolate cake real bad.
So today I decided to make some.
Conveniently, I decided this when Seth was out of the house (hometeaching) so that I could selfishly have the spoon and the bowl (all right AND the beaters) to lick all to myself.
Seriously, the craving is real bad.
Anyway, now I am not so patiently waiting for it to bake and I thought I would share the recipe with you.
This chocolate cake is a recipe my mother got from her mother. And her mother (my grandma) is possibly the best cook on the face of this planet. She can empty a can of corn into a dish and heat it up in the microwave and it would still taste simply magical, much better than anyone else heating up a can of corn.
This is my way of telling you this recipe is delicious.
1. Spray a Bundt pan with Pam
2. Mix: 1 box Devil's Food Cake
1 small box instant chocolate pudding
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1 cup water
3. Add: 3 eggs
1 cup (8 oz) sour cream
4. Mix again.
5. Add: 3/4 package mini semi-sweet chocolate chips
6. Bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes.
7. Frost with milk or dark chocolate icing.
I'm pretty sure all of you know this, but just in case .... you have to dump the cake out of the bundt pan upside down. Then frost it. And preferably after it's cooled. Otherwise the frosting will run off the cake and pool in the hole in the middle. I know this from experience.
Or rather, I know this from watching my mother experience this.
Seth just walked in the door and when he figured out what I was cooking, he got very hyper.
When he gets hyper he sticks his tongue out of his mouth and shakes his head around.
I hope this makes up for the fact that I didn't leave him any cake batter to lick up AND I am also making him clean those very cake batter-bare dishes while I write this.
Note the happiness.
I think it's from the cake.
(this is Amanda, not me. I know half of you would be wondering so I'm throwing this in here as a preemptive strike.)