I went down to see my parents in San Diego last weekend, where I did what I always do when I'm down there: shop with my mother, watch HGTV with my father, and eat as much food as is humanly possible. For some people, a week in Maui is what it takes to push the re-set button. For me, it's a weekend at home.
Anyway, while I was there, my mother made me a chocolate birthday cake that was so insanely delicious that I would actually feel guilty if I kept the recipe from you. The world should know about this chocolate cake. I think it could stop wars. Or maybe---worse!---the horrible union of Vienna and Jake (I give that one ten minutes, what about you?)
This cake is not your typical chocolate cake; in fact, it's more like a brownie. It's squishy and squidgy and dense and rich, and it's topped with a puddle of ganache that spills down to form a sort of moat around the outside of it. And then when you refrigerate the leftovers, the ganache becomes a thick wedge of solid chocolate that hardens on the top of the cake, and when this happens, there is nothing for it but to consume your final slice with a cold glass of milk.
The recipe is here, in case your pants aren't tight enough and you need some fattening up. You will note that it's a British recipe---BBC in the house!---which means you're going to need to convert grams to ounces (or cups) in order to make it. I am a terrible enabler and so I have even found you a handy conversion calculator to help with that. This cake is going to change your life, you watch.