This Black Velvet cake is a striking number. She looks exotic and fierce but she is at heart the richest chocolate cake of your desires. With four layers of chocolate cake interleaved with the silkiest chocolate black buttercream, there is no-one quite like this cake. I called her Arianna.
I may sound like a crazy cake lady but the idea for this cake that came to me late one week. I thought that I had all my cakes baked for the week and then I bought some enormous blackberries and Tasmanian cherries from the land of the giants and then this came drew itself in my head.
This is a crazy rich chocolate cake that despite its name doesn't actually have a lot of chocolate in it. It gets its look from black cocoa, an ingredient I found at a cooking supplies store in Marrickville (Southern Cross Supplies). The black cocoa came in a huge bag and the problem with using it in place of regular cocoa is that everything I make turns inky black. Which isn't a problem unless you are photographing things like I do.
I had the idea of a super rich black chocolate cake tumbling through the back of my mind for a few weeks and then as fate would have it, I came across these glorious shiny, black blackberries and cherries. A Black Velvet cake it was! The frosting is a chocolate version of Jessica's wonderful buttercream-so smooth and silky that the shine echoed that of the polished fruit.
Other things that have been tumbling in the back of my mind was something a friend said to me recently. She said that I didn't notice when people were disapproving of me. It's quite true, I think I either deliberately or unintentionally miss it. And I realised that there were some things that I care about and there are things that I don't care about and the latter list gets longer the older I get.
Things I care about:
If I have an wittingly offended somebody or been rude to someone without meaning to.
Things I don't care about:
When people judge me without knowing my circumstances or make judgements on my decisions. I'm quite happily living my own life and I feel that anyone that cares to judge anyone else should probably be more concerned about their own lives.
But on that first point, once I accidentally offended someone and every time he is mentioned in conversation I cringe. I was overseas with a group of writers at a relaxed dinner and we had all just met the host. The topic turned to famous men having midlife crises and everyone was lobbing out names of people, mostly celebrities. I offered up Harrison Ford with his new earring and younger girlfriend.
Little did I know that the host sitting at the table had an earring in the ear on the side that I couldn't see. And when he turned his head I saw it and all the blood drained from my face. I didn't know what to say and I can't remember what I said but it involved some major nonsensical babbling. If I could have put my face in the bowl of soup in front of me I would have. And every time he is mentioned in conversation I want to bury my head in my hands...or this cake if it were near! If I could go back in time I would have just kept quiet. And my friends have tried to reassure me that he has probably forgotten or didn't give it another thought. But well you know me, crazy cake lady with her foot in her mouth!
So tell me Dear Reader, do you worry about a lot of things? Do you worry about how you are perceived or do you not care very much? Have you ever put your foot in your mouth like that?