
Right, let me get this clear. I don’t actually like making cakes, more to the point, baking. Its too precise, measured, constructed. I like to cook throwing salt and pepper about the place like a TV chef, hurling in more oil or more butter because it doesnt look ‘glossy’ enough. But mostly, I’m an impatient soul and searing salmon is a lot faster than pondering over slow rising clafoutis. But! You know me, determined not to be beaten so in the last two weeks have turned out 4 cakes to insure anything can be achieved.
You’ve reacted with aplomb and some of you have even been baking the cakes with me and what appears with success! High five team!
So, when I made this cake recently it was greedily devoured by those I served it to. And now, I want to give it to you, to prove, that if I can make something measured and considered, anyone can do it. But mostly, its old fashioned and just simple, good dirty fun.
Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake
Ingredients
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 cups sugar
3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 eggs
1 cup cold brewed coffee
1 cup milk
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 teaspoons vinegar
Method
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 9×13- inch pan.
In a large bowl, combine the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Make a well in the center and pour in the eggs, coffee, milk, oil and vinegar. Mix until smooth, batter will be thin. Pour into prepared pan.
Bake in the preheated oven for 35 to 40 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Allow to cool.
I top mine with a chocolate frosting. Softened butter, cocoa powder and icing sugar. More butter to sugar and more sugar to cocoa. Frenzy up in a food processor so its light and lumpless.
Smother that sucker with frosting and heap berries, like raspberries atop and push into the centre of the table and sidle out of the room. I like to stand by, hidden, and watch peoples faces. The lack of talking and the amount of consuming. I watched a room of ladies forgoe their ‘diets’ just so they could carve a slice.

