Hot Chocolate Cake

Name: Hot Chocolate Cake
Prep time: 45 min
Cook time: 40 min
Total time: 85 min
Yield: 14 slices
Ingredients: 2 cups sugar (400g); 1 3/4 cups + 2 Tbsp all-purpose flour (233g); 3/4 cup natural unsweetened cocoa powder (75g); 2 tsp baking powder; 1 1/2 tsp baking soda; 1 tsp salt; 2/3 cups canola oil (vegetable oil would also be OK); 1/2 cup water; 2 eggs (preferably room temperature); 1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract; 1 1/2 cups hot chocolate (this should be hot to the touch (too. If you are making your own hot chocolate, make it using milk, not water)); 3 sticks butter (softened to room temperature); 1 cup cocoa powder (sifted); 4 1/2 cups powdered sugar; 1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract; 1/3 cup milk; 6 Tbsp butter (softened to room temperature); 1 1/2 cups marshmallow fluff (about 1 7oz container); 2/3 cup powdered sugar; Marshmallows for topping (if desired)

February 1, 2016 By Sam 46 Comments

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An intensely rich chocolate cake made with one and a half cups of real hot chocolate, iced with cocoa frosting, and layered with marshmallow buttercream. Make it as a three layer 6″ cake, or a two layer 8″ or 9″ cake.

I was going to write about how my great-grandmother passed away last week, but I wasn’t sure how to do that on my blog. Here, I try to revolve my stories around food, and the death of a loved one doesn’t have much to do with chocolate cake.

I wanted to write about how we celebrated her life, her humor, and her faith last night while at the same time we mourned her loss. Family and friends packed into the too-warm funeral parlor, dressed in itchy black and gray clothes, and my sisters and I made sure to wear leggings under our skirts because, were she alive, Mom-Mom would have commented loudly about the indecency of the “short” skirts that brushed modestly at our knee caps.

Instead, it would be more appropriate to devote this post to talking about how rich this cake is, shamelessly using the word moist because it is saturated with chocolate, melting in your mouth, decadent; but all that’s coming to mind currently is fettuccine noodles in pools of grease-speckled tomato sauce, ladled onto my plate by her shaking hands as she reminded me for the twelfth time to “Make sure you have enough to eat”.

I’d want to write about her last birthday, her 101st, tuned to the theme of 101 Dalmatians. Or how She loved God, her family, and the Orioles. How many things she saw in 101 years, from the Great Depression to iPhones.

This space is more appropriate for talking about cakes, though. Did I mention this cake is accented with a marshmallow buttercream? It’s buttery and smooth and meant to mimic the baby marshmallows that I overload into my mug each time I make hot chocolate, coaxing them under the cocoa surface with a spoon until they are slippery and disintegrating. The pictures here don’t do justice to the flavors.

Pictures. There were so many pictures in the funeral parlor. Not 101 years worth, but the highlights. So many smiles in black and white and in color, 5 generations surrounding her, lots of pictures of her dancing, even at my wedding just over a year ago.

My favorite photo was not that, or any other staged one. My favorite was one taken when she was 98; in it two of my college-aged cousins look on as she tosses a ping pong ball toward a triangle of red plastic cups. It looks like she just crashed a beer pong tournament at a frat house. The picture was probably snapped quickly with a phone, but the photographer immortalized her spirit in the moment just after the toss, determination firm on her face, the ball aimed squarely for its target. She was a good shot, evidently.

I think I’d feel inclined to note that Death at 101 years is not a shame, and it’s certainly not a tragedy. No long illness kept her shackled to a hospital bed; she was spritely and full of humor, happy and so grateful for life until the end.

But it’s still sad to lose a loved one, no matter how prepared you think you were, to register the finality of death and what it means for future family gatherings. We mourn for the loss of her laughter and jokes and attempts at rapping at Christmas, for the loss of her fiery presence. We mourn for ourselves, more than anything.

Instead I should write about this cake.

Besides, what could I say in a post that could do justice to the legacy left from over a century of well-lived life.

It just wouldn’t be possible.

This hot chocolate cake is really, really good.