A simple chocolate cake with marshmallow frosting can’t be beat! This cake will become your go-to chocolate cake staple. Kick that boxed mix to the curb!
Dish Count :: 2 Mixing Bowls, 1 Sauce Pan, 1 9’x13″ Baking Pan, 1 Stand Mixer, 1 Blowtorch
I went for a hike. I ate a salad afterwards. Followed by an Oreo. Then an Oreo dipped in peanut butter. Topped off with a pumpkin spice fiber bar and four leftover chicken wings. That friends is how you refuel like a champion. Really I think I was just wishing it was a giant piece of cake and I was filling the void with anything that was sweet – but when you’re alone and the only one to see you go chest deep into the back of the fridge is the dog, you just let go of the guilt and do yo’ thang.
Plus, after those 11,000 steps, 95 stairs, nearly going for a swim in some waterfall at the end of the hike because of the dog, well, I thought an Oreo (and then some) was a good reward.
We opted for celebrating my birthday a week early – though it’s actually on Halloween, we wanted to make sure that Beka could celebrate with us, since she’s due any day now and there is a distinct possibility I’m spending my birthday in the hospital with her and her husband, or if not at the hospital, I’ll be sleeping it off afterwards.
But it will be so great to have a tiny tot to share a close-to-birthday with! My ovaries are clearly taking over. Bless anyone’s heart around me, because it’s getting frightening.
But with birthday’s coming, means cake, and I need cake. Not the least of which because I hiked five miles and when I came home wanted nothing but cake, but because cake it all you need on your birthday. This chocolate cake will totally beat the pantsuit off of any boxed chocolate cake mix you can get your mitts on. And that’s not me knocking a chocolate cake mix, because I always have one on hand – because here’s the thing – boxed mixes are always predictable, and always good! But this cake is BETTER. Nay, Amazing? Yes, I’ll even use my most hated word – moist. But it is.
And the frosting. Dayummm, Gina. I hope your name is Gina or this is awkward. Tell that Tim Taylor-esque man you’re married to that he can bust out the blow torch and help you out a little. Or you can take control and roast some mallow topping, too.
What ever you do, do it with gusto.