Sunday Scribblings Post-Prompt "Cake"
Cake
“Do we have anything chocolate in this house?” he yells from the kitchen, after much opening and shutting of cupboards.
“There's Hershey's syrup if you want some chocolate milk,” I suggest from the couch, where I am still watching a screen frozen on the Kurgen's lightning illuminated face.
“No,” he answers, “I want something to eat. I want something chocolate after we ate that popcorn.”
Ordinarily, we'd never be having this conversation. Usually, a three-pound zipper sealed plastic bag of peanut M & M's is in permanent residence in our kitchen cupboard, just next to the refrigerator. However, we haven't made a grocery run yet this week and we ate the last of the M & Ms a couple of days ago. There aren't any Oreos because I figured if we had M & M's on hand then the Oreos were kind of redundant. I understand my mistake now, but we're invested in watching “Highlander” at this point and I need to see a few more beheadings before I'm ready to go face the constant jostle and noise of the grocery store. It's been a stressful week and we're supposed to be relaxing today.
“Get out the great big mugs we use to eat soup!” I tell him, as I go get out the binder I use to store recipes.
“Mugs? What?”
I don't explain, I just come in carrying a piece of paper that has “The Most Dangerous Chocolate Cake Recipe in the World” across the top in sixteen point font. I double check the list of ingredients and get them out, silently thanking all deities involved that I have a DVD player that will hold its place for a couple of hours when we have to pause a movie for something.
“What are you doing?” He asks, curiously, as I pull out cocoa and eggs and sugar.
“I'm making you something chocolate to eat.”
“Okay.”
He's utterly fascinated as he watches me measure ingredients and mix it into batter. I could add any number of things to the mix to make it even more appealing, but we still haven't gone grocery shopping, so it's not possible. Then, I put the first mug into the microwave for five minutes, while I mix batter in the second mug. He's practically licking the microwave as the smell of warm chocolate cake starts to spread through our kitchen. Once the timer beeps, I get out the hot mug, put a saucer over it, and flip it upside down. The cylinder of cake slides out easily onto the plate and I hand it to him.
He doesn't even bother with a fork, hissing as he pulls a wad of cake off the lump on the plate and cramming it into his mouth. His mouth drops open and he exhales around the hot piece of cake, though he never stops trying to chew it.
“'S good!” he says around a mouthful of freshly baked cake.
“Yeah, I know it's good. Feel better now?”
He nods, pulling pinches off the cake and stuffing them into his gullet. He pauses just long enough to announce, “You are so awesome!” before he returns to his seat.
I join him with my own plate of cake so we can settle in to finish the movie. He's finished his, so he keeps stealing bites of mine. I should probably mind, but instead, I just find myself thinking that this is probably as close as it gets to having your cake and eating it too.
The recipe, because I know people will ask:
THE MOST DANGEROUS CHOCOLATE CAKE RECIPE IN THE WORLD
4 Tablespoons Flour
4 Tablespoons Sugar
2 Tablespoons Cocoa
1 egg
3 Tablespoons milk
3 Tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
a small splash of vanilla extract
1 large coffee mug (microsafe)
Add dry ingredients to mug and mix well.
Add the egg and mix thoroughly.
Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed.
Allow to cool a little and tip out onto a plate if desired.
Eat! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous)
It's the most dangerous chocolate cake recipe in the world because we're all now only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake any time we want it.
“Do we have anything chocolate in this house?” he yells from the kitchen, after much opening and shutting of cupboards.
“There's Hershey's syrup if you want some chocolate milk,” I suggest from the couch, where I am still watching a screen frozen on the Kurgen's lightning illuminated face.
“No,” he answers, “I want something to eat. I want something chocolate after we ate that popcorn.”
Ordinarily, we'd never be having this conversation. Usually, a three-pound zipper sealed plastic bag of peanut M & M's is in permanent residence in our kitchen cupboard, just next to the refrigerator. However, we haven't made a grocery run yet this week and we ate the last of the M & Ms a couple of days ago. There aren't any Oreos because I figured if we had M & M's on hand then the Oreos were kind of redundant. I understand my mistake now, but we're invested in watching “Highlander” at this point and I need to see a few more beheadings before I'm ready to go face the constant jostle and noise of the grocery store. It's been a stressful week and we're supposed to be relaxing today.
“Get out the great big mugs we use to eat soup!” I tell him, as I go get out the binder I use to store recipes.
“Mugs? What?”
I don't explain, I just come in carrying a piece of paper that has “The Most Dangerous Chocolate Cake Recipe in the World” across the top in sixteen point font. I double check the list of ingredients and get them out, silently thanking all deities involved that I have a DVD player that will hold its place for a couple of hours when we have to pause a movie for something.
“What are you doing?” He asks, curiously, as I pull out cocoa and eggs and sugar.
“I'm making you something chocolate to eat.”
“Okay.”
He's utterly fascinated as he watches me measure ingredients and mix it into batter. I could add any number of things to the mix to make it even more appealing, but we still haven't gone grocery shopping, so it's not possible. Then, I put the first mug into the microwave for five minutes, while I mix batter in the second mug. He's practically licking the microwave as the smell of warm chocolate cake starts to spread through our kitchen. Once the timer beeps, I get out the hot mug, put a saucer over it, and flip it upside down. The cylinder of cake slides out easily onto the plate and I hand it to him.
He doesn't even bother with a fork, hissing as he pulls a wad of cake off the lump on the plate and cramming it into his mouth. His mouth drops open and he exhales around the hot piece of cake, though he never stops trying to chew it.
“'S good!” he says around a mouthful of freshly baked cake.
“Yeah, I know it's good. Feel better now?”
He nods, pulling pinches off the cake and stuffing them into his gullet. He pauses just long enough to announce, “You are so awesome!” before he returns to his seat.
I join him with my own plate of cake so we can settle in to finish the movie. He's finished his, so he keeps stealing bites of mine. I should probably mind, but instead, I just find myself thinking that this is probably as close as it gets to having your cake and eating it too.
The recipe, because I know people will ask:
THE MOST DANGEROUS CHOCOLATE CAKE RECIPE IN THE WORLD
4 Tablespoons Flour
4 Tablespoons Sugar
2 Tablespoons Cocoa
1 egg
3 Tablespoons milk
3 Tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
a small splash of vanilla extract
1 large coffee mug (microsafe)
Add dry ingredients to mug and mix well.
Add the egg and mix thoroughly.
Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed.
Allow to cool a little and tip out onto a plate if desired.
Eat! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous)
It's the most dangerous chocolate cake recipe in the world because we're all now only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake any time we want it.