The case in point is the reason why I would never be a baker or a pastry chef. Reasons: I have shaky hands, no patience and I would never acquire the talent a baker needs. Why? Lets go back to the second reason. I have no patience. My patience spans until I take the cake out of the oven and it comes to an abrupt standstill. I love slathering on the icing and making sure I get to those nooks and crannies but that’s it.
Anyway, as I had mentioned earlier, this is my third chocolate cake on this blog. And the second with ganache frosting. But this time, I made it to give away. In my opinion (and I formed this after tasting a mere sliver when my hostess served it this afternoon) it was a tad too sweet. But K disagrees.
Ah, this brings us to the million dollar question: was it for a Superbowl party? Nope. Sadly not. Well, I could pretend it was a domestic tailgate for a bunch of us Desis at one of our friends’ place where we ate, played and caught up with each other. But strike 6pm, we made our way back home, settled with a bowl of guac and oven-baked corn chips and watched the Baltimore Ravens take the trophy home. Go, Ravens! We love you.
To top all this craziness, I did not get a decent picture of the cake (unless you would consider an Instagram click). Poor baby. Let’s hope for a better week (methinks that’s not going to be possible for me. There! I have spread my optimism for the week). Have a wonderful one!