Showing posts with label chocolate pound cake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chocolate pound cake. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Chocolate Pound Cake


This week's PLTI treat is Darn Good Chocolate Cake from Chocolate from the Cake Mix Doctor by Anne Byrn. I've made this cake before, and it's not too bad. Instead of plain chocolate chips, I used some raspberry chips; the glaze is a lemon ganache. (That ganache had been intended to be truffles, but it never quite set up firmly enough to roll properly.)

I always feel a little sheepish about cake-mix things. However, on days like today, when there was more stuff to do than time to do it, a mix can come in handy.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

An Early Birthday


My running buddy Brendan is getting married in a couple of weeks, and his birthday falls roughly the week after the wedding. In other words, he'll be away when we would otherwise celebrate his birthday after a Sunday-morning run and then breakfast. I decided that it would be OK for us to celebrate a few weeks early.

Knowing that we would be in for some too-early-in-the-season-for-it-to-be-this-disgusting weather, I looked around for a cake I thought would be sturdy enough to be in the car for a couple of early-morning hours while we ran. With a couple of extralarge eggs to be used up from a dozen I'd bought for the Lost lunch season finale cake, I centered my focus on a book whose recipes are formulated with extralarge eggs: Chocolate American Style by Lora Brody.

Perusing the cake listing in the index, I saw a chocolate pound cake. That would fit the definition of sturdy, so I went with it. Blessedly, the cake is formulated for a 9.5-in. Bundt pan, which meant I didn't have to use the big same-old Bundt pan; I used my star-shaped Bundt for this cake. I zested a couple of oranges into the batter for an extra bit of flavor, and I glazed it with a tried-and-true glaze from Elinor Klivans's Fearless Baking.

Because it was so hideous even today even at 8 in the morning, I brought the cake into our usual Sunday-breakfast site, and we ate it there after breakfast. There's nothing like chocolate cake before noon, much less a good celebratory reason for having it.