I have a confession to make about the above image. Although I took the photo, I did not bake this chocolate cake. Looks homemade though, doesn’t it? Thanks 97th Street Whole Foods. This was a whole cake, but Mike and I managed to eat half of it in just over 24 hours, long before I wrote this blog. You may ask, “How?” My answer– “It was easy.”
I’ve always loved chocolate cake. I probably love it because my mother used to make it regularly when I was growing up. I can still taste her recipe— rich, dark chocolate, topped with super-sweet vanilla icing made with 10x sugar (as she called it), Kraft Marshmallow Creme and a touch of whole milk. I used to lick the bowl clean and still managed to sleep at night. I have no idea how that was possible. Oh wait — I was 12.
|I used to lick the bowl and still sleep at night.—photo by joyosity via Flickr|
I’ve eaten many slices of chocolate cake since those carefree days when my mom baked her cakes. Simple yet luscious, a slice of mom’s made a bad day better and managed to wipe life’s troubles away. Years later, any good chocolate cake can do the same, lifting the weight off my shoulders, if even for a few moments when I savor the goodness.
I purchased this particular cake on a whim– I mean, I wasn’t cake shopping that day.
We went to Whole Foods’ newly expanded wine shop on the Upper West Side (it’s amazing by the way and I highly recommend it to everyone), and ended up selecting our bottles of wine and then moving next door to the groceries. Right before we hit the checkout line, I said to Mike, “Let’s pick out a dessert.” We looked at several other sweet, indulgent options, including vanilla pound cake (yum!) but decided on this chocolate Bundt cake with vanilla icing. I had no clue what I was in for considering the bargain price of only $6.99.
Aside from the sugary nostalgia and thinking about this chocolate cake around the clock since purchase, I’ve managed to consume only several small slices over the past few days, knowing all too well that I could eat the entire cake in
one sitting 10 minutes. (I am not one of those people to sit down and eat an entire dessert either!)
But this wasn’t any cake. This cake was the closest that I’ve tasted to my Mom’s famous chocolate cake — ever.
All I’ve been able to think about since my first bite is, “Can I eat a slice of this every day for the rest of my life?” And, “Will Whole Foods keep making this cake for an eternity and just for me?” (I can’t eat a slice of this or any cake everyday for the rest of my life, so I’m just speaking hypothetically.)
In a day or two, the chocolate cake will be gone, and for all I know, I’ll return to Whole Foods to buy round number two and they won’t have it again. It will have been a Valentine’s weekend special or something.
This will force me to seek out a replacement cake — or worse — make one myself, which will be nearly impossible in my tiny dysfunctional apartment oven. Who needs a great oven in NYC anyhow, when bakeries live on just about every corner?
Obviously, I do.
Because sometimes — all the fresh fruit tarts, New York cheesecakes, and dime-a-dozen specialty cupcakes in Manhattan won’t cut it. On a good day or a bad day, there’s nothing like Mom’s chocolate cake.
|Desserts like these populate every neighborhood in NYC—photo by kimberlykv via Flickr|