There is nothing better to me than a rich, warm, gooey chocolate cake. Until recently, I wasn’t able to eat chocolate because I had health issues that made doing so a stupid, painful mistake. Now, however, I can eat it once again. My mom always made a chocolate cake for me for my birthday, and no matter how much she’d try to steer me to something else, like a pistachio cake or strawberry shortcake, I would always default to a big ol’ piece of chocolate cake. Now, that’s not to say chocolate cake is the only kind of cake I like. I love cake. I mentioned pistachio cake above, which is my dad’s favorite, but I also love pineapple upside-down cake, which I haven’t had in probably 25 years or more. My sister bought me a coconut pineapple cupcake about a month ago which was divine — the frosting was a regular vanilla buttercream with shaved coconut on top, and the cupcake itself had shaved coconut in it and crushed pineapple right in the center. It was basically a piña colada minus the rum.
All that being said though, if I had my choice, I want chocolate cake. Lots of chocolate cake. I want so much chocolate in the cake, it’s denser than enriched uranium. To me, it’s not a proper chocolate cake unless you can gain 10 lb. just by looking at it.