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A Monday well spent

The weekend was a difficult one. Had to say good bye to work friends, who ended up being closer than previously anticipated. It's been cold, rainy, windy & gloomy bangalore. A lot of people would be happy with the weather, I am too.

So after nearly two years of non action in the banking department, put a cake in the oven, and well, waiting to see if this one comes out better than the others that have been baked in the past. Roasted a chicken last weekend.. I'd like to say my culinary skills are blossoming, but unfortunately, I've been getting by with some luck. I mean, the chicken may not have been the best in the world, but it wasn't the worse either.

But the only element I can thank for this new inspired mood, would be the weather. The house smells like vanilla,I'm sitting warm in my sweater & feet in padded softee house slippers, about to read a book after this post. I might as well knit.. lol, I know this is what someone who may be younger would say.. considering I'm not even that old.

But I like my weather spent the way I want to.

I posted this a while ago, and since this recipe's come out well, to give not spongy chocolate cake, but moist soft chocolate cake, posting it up for sharing.

Grocery List

2 Cups Flour
2 Cups Sugar
3/4 cup Cocoa Powder
2 teaspoons Baking Powder
2 Eggs (large- or if small use 3)
1 tsp Salt
1 Cup Buttermilk
1 Cup Vegetable Oil
11/2 Tsp Vanila Essence
1 cup boiling water

Method

1) Sieve baking powder, flour, cocoa, sugar, salt together.
2) Add egg, buttermilk, vegetable oil, vanilla into a mixing bowl.
3) Add the mixed powder (1) and whisk in the egg mixture.
4) Lastly add hot water in bits into the mixture.

  • Preheat oven at 300F or 150C.
  • Grease cake dish with butter & flour
  • Bake for an hour

Comments

dD.Diyana said…
looking at the recipe, it reminds me of the sandwich u made me when i was sick.


auwww i miss u.
i have stories to tell you.
but i'll tell you later.

hugs.
Aneet said…
Have you tried Brownies?? They are awe-fantastic-some!
Vinnu said…
I am reading this after ages I knw... but how did da cake turn out to be ??? Pls share da nxt batch ...muahh ...(((hugs))
Saro said…
DD: When I come down, I hope we go out on a rainy night, and spend it at a mamak drinking teh o ais or what ever, and chat up the past three years. Maybe in June, go catch a game or two.

Aneet: Do you have a recipe, I want to try them out but just a bit hesitant to make the first move you know.

Vinnu: It didn't turn out too bad actually, brought it to work.. ok, deal made, will bake the next outing we have!

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