Thursday, November 3, 2011
my mom's chocolate cake
It is moist, rich and has a frosting that is more fudge-like than frosting-like.
My mother once told me how my favorite cake came to be... I was just a little girl when I started dance classes, not even three. And with dance classes came recitals, and with recitals came hairspray, trophies and sequined costumes, expensive sequined costumes.
Each year, to celebrate my recitals, my mother would purchase a cake. A perfect cake with delicate frosting roses and tiny plastic ballerinas balancing on top. Their metallic pointe shoes gleaming gold.
Then one year, mother couldn’t quite afford the perfect store bought cake. Instead, she made a homemade chocolate cake. She worried that her daughter would miss the perfect frosting roses and the plastic ballerinas.
I guess the funny part is that I don’t actually remember those store bought cakes. I only have the pictures to know they were real. What I do remember, and crave, is my mother’s homemade chocolate cake. It’s funny how much a recipe can become a part of your life.
I turned 26 on October 30. And as you know, my mother made the cake.