I did it. I'm glad I did it. I just couldn't help myself. It kind of just.......happened. I know I'm not supposed to have it. It's bad for me. It will make me ecstatically happy in the short term.....but in the long term, I will regret it and clutch at my stomach, cursing my lot in life to have a disease that makes the most delicious of foods off limits to me.
Either way, it is done now and I can't take it back.
I made Poured Fudge Icing cake. A fluffy, moist butter cake covered in hot luscious fudge. The fudge eventually cools and dries into a coating of rich yumminess. If made correctly, you can knock on it like a door and the hollow sounds that echo back tell you it is ready.
'Scuse me, I need a frosty glass of milk.