Irish style of course, because that just seems to be my thing this week. Don’t hate it, embrace it! It’s a cake you would crave on any day, but especially on a Friday. But first, starting off on a random note, did you know that spring officially starts a week from today?
Thoughts of spring make me SO happy. Not because I am beyond tired of the snow, but more because of the thought of flowers and colors, and ok, maybe a trip to Florida that I am still hoping to make it on. Still, springs is in a week. Ya hooo!!
And now that I’ve got that out of my system, let’s do a quick chat about this Irish coffee chocolate cake. It’s actually a gluten-free cake, filled with chocolate, a little stout beer, CRAZY MOIST, topped with ganache and salty Bailey’s cream. See, so perfect, right?
Best part is that it’s actually pretty quick and simple to make too. Eat warm out of the oven or let sit and eat at room temperature. Out of the oven is my preferred form of consumption, but just note that if you try to add the whipped cream before the top is cool, it will melt. So if you are planning to make this for a group and care about presentation, let the cake cool first. If you could care less about how the thing looks, slice the cake while warm. Drizzle with ganache (a hefty amount please) and dollop with whipped cream…oh and maybe, if you are feeling a tad devilish, or simply that it’s Friday and you deserve this, add a scoop of vanilla ice cream and make a sundae of sorts. Oh yes, now we are talking.
And that’s kind of all I have to say today. It’s been a semi-long week. Not a bad one, just kind of long, but a week full of little Asher talking till she literally passes out. My dad got the grunt of it, but I still got my fair share. So now that my she is back at home with my mom, who arrived home last night, my brain needs to think a few Asherless thoughts. Meaning, I really want to NOT think about cats, be done playing school and give my ears a rest from my six-year-old sister’s latest dissertations on topics such as how she NEEDS powdered sugar on her blueberries (what the what? EWW), how cats need their own holidays and how she is never going to get to use her passport. Even though she talks a lot (and I mean A LOT), I’d still take her any day, any time. I could never tire of Asher…
Without this cake though, I might be singing a different tune. Cake can help to drown out all the talking and difficult questions. It can somehow give you magical strength to ignore the surrounding mess, including the pretty pictures… painted on my floors. Yes, this cake can take care of all that.
You see, chocolate and booze (when baked together)? They work miracles.
