The second week of lockdown.
And I wake up craving for sugar.
I bring it up to S as we sip our morning coffee.
So what are you thinking of ?
Let me bake a chocolate cake, I respond spontaneously.
The next half hour flashes past in a jiffy.
I ransack the fridge for the last remnants of chocolate bark. Bought from a quaint artisanal boutique during our travels last year.
Rummage the fridge again to check if there’s any cream that’s still there.
Raid the pantry for flour and eggs and heave a sigh of relief when I discover that packet of flour.
Relief again to find that the red bottle of baking powder isn’t despairingly empty.
Out come the pots and pans.
The industrious mixer goes into overdrive.
The lazy oven starts heating up.
And before long that intoxicating aroma wafts through the house.
I brew myself a tea.
Wait for that sponge to rise.
Finally the gorgeous cake emerges from the warmth of the oven.
I am now torn apart by that eternal dilemma.
Eat the chocolate cake as is.
Or whip up a quick no-fuss ganache ?
Resist the temptation girl, I tell myself, what’s a chocolate cake without that sinful ganache ?
Another half an hour and I am done.
There she patiently rests – my splendid lockdown chocolate cake !!
My no-fuss chocolate cake. The bliss of dark chocolate. That delicate balance of sugar and bitter. A generous slather of ganache.
Classics never disappoint, do they ?