... with this hunka hunka burrrnin' love!
There are times when I delude myself into thinking that I'm a baker at heart; that it's my destiny to be a master pastry chef. Then reality sinks in when I actually attempt to bake something. I've said it before and I'll say it again - "impatience doth not a pastry chef make"! I've discovered a new add-on to that ... "and neither does absent-mindedness"! So when I found that this chocolate cake recipe actually managed to survive both my shortcomings, I had to put it on a pedestal and label it "idiot-proof".
Here's how it went down: on the coldest day of the season so far, all the heaters in my apartment stopped working.
Wait, let me backtrack a bit and tell you about my living situation. DH works in a hospital and we live in the subsidized hospital housing just behind it. All these apartments were built in the '50s, and boy, does it show! Old and rickety would be a good way to describe them. The plumbing is on its last legs. The walls are so delicate that you can't risk leaning against them for too long. And the entire heating/cooling system is held together by duct-tape and prayers. Please don't think I'm whining. I've been living here for over 3 years now, and I love our life here, but facts are facts people! Needless to say, things need fixing from time to time. The heating/cooling system breaks down too many times during the year for me to keep count. Often it comes back up after a few uncomfortable hours. It used to really get to me at first, but now all I do is close my eyes, take deep breaths and chant "Ommm, it's ok Muneebaaaaa, Ommmmm, remember the low rent you're paying to live here, Ommmmmm, anywhere else in Long Island would have cost you a bloody fortune, Ommmmmm Shantiiiiiiiiiiiiii".
2. Sift flour, salt, sugar, baking powder and cocoa powder into a bowl.