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easter chocolate cake

easter chocolate cake

 To be honest, you can make any spongy cake which goes well with chocolate. Spread chocolate ganache on top, decorate it with speckled chocolate eggs and you’ve got Easter cake.

If you prefer, go for chocolate all the way.

easter chococlate cake

easter chocolate cake

 Chocolate Easter cake

 Ingredients:

 200grams of flour

80 grams of cocoa

100 grams of sugar

1 teaspoon of bicarbonate soda

1 teaspoon of baking powder

3 eggs

1 tablespoon of vanilla extract

1/2 cup of espresso

175 grams of soft unsalted butter

pinch of salt

for chocolate ganache:

100 grams of dark chocolate

cup of cream

speckled eggs to decorate

 1. Heat the oven to 180 C.

2. Mix all the ingredients in a large bowl till it’s combined. Don’t overdo it, just mix it gently till it’s smooth.

3. Lightly grease a round tin with butter and sprinkle with a bit of flour.

4. Spoon the mixture into the tin, smooth the top and bake on the middle shelf of the oven for about 40 minutes till it’s golden. Insert a skewer into the centre of the cake, if it comes out clean, your cake is done.

5. Let the cake cool. Then remove it from the tin.

6. For the chocolate ganache melt chocolate with cream over a pot of simmering water (low temperature, has to just simmer). When it’s melted, let it cool, then spread it over the top and sides of the cake. Decorate the top with little eggs.

Happy Easter!

chocolate cake

chocolate cake

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About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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