The cold weather that winter brings provides the perfect reason to turn the oven on. It mostly helps because my old quaint apartment has no radiator in the kitchen, making it impossible on a cold day to be in there without the added warmth of the oven being on.
Warming the home with the scent of butter, sugar and chocolate wafting the air makes for a perfect day when hibernating at home.
Considering it was also Valentine’s Day, it was a wonderful opportunity for me to bake something chocolaty to share with the person(s) I love.
The last few days whenever I have been browsing the internet, there was no escaping seeing pictures of Chocolate Molten Lava Cake. Whenever I am at the gym I always have a magazine with me, because I hate staring at the screen on the treadmill and the picture staring back at me, was Molten Lava Cake. I head to the grocery store where they constantly have a cooking show on and I glance at the screen and you guessed it, its Molten Lava Cake again….there was no escaping the Lava Cake. I wake up dreaming of lava flowing and steam piping out of this cake, making it seem like the perfect dessert for a cold day.
My Valentine’s Day started off with a few hours at the gym, extra running just because I knew there was chocolate cake in my future, not just any chocolate cake either-a lava flowing cake.
My boy friend had planned to cook for me, but after having run errands and the usual Sunday routine, we decided to instead go someplace low key and have dinner. Plus mostly because I was starving and had no patience for whatever he was going to make. When I have hunger pangs, they are no ordinary hunger pangs, they are ‘hangry pangs’ so rest assured he knew going out was the better option.
However, once we got home, I decided to head straight to the kitchen and bake the Molten Lava Cake. Considering I never follow a recipe plus I have a love affair with pistachios, I decided to add pistachios to the flowing lava part of the cake.
I pulsed, whisked, stirred, baked and stood by the oven for this lava cake to be done. I had no patience to see the outcome of this cake that looked divine in every picture that I had seen.
I grabbed the hot piping ramekins and loosened it and put it on a plate and dug into the first bite waiting for the chocolate lava to flow. Alas, the lava did not flow as much as I expected and all my lava dreams were shattered within seconds.
At least I had some warmth from the oven and the smell of chocolate filling my apartment and hopefully I will no longer be haunted by wanting to make a Molten Lava Cake.