My son and daughter-in-law came over last night to help us finish birthday celebrations for our daughters. I baked a chocolate-chocolate chip layer cake and frosted it on Saturday afternoon, adapting a recipe to use part butter/part oil, sub soy milk for dairy milk, increase the cocoa powder, and add chocolate chips per my daughters' request. The frosting was a cocoa buttercream made with water instead of milk.
I've probably baked well over 100 scratch cakes in the 30-some years I've been married. And I still believe that the batter tastes better than the baked cake. I licked the beaters and scraped the bowl with a spatula as my lunch on Saturday. Mmm, mmm, good.
Here's the finished cake, waiting for our guests to arrive. The rest of the dinner of Walking Tacos, tangerines, and alcohol-free sangria turned out fine. Although, I think I was rushing a bit while cooking the chicken and beef for the tacos and didn't season it well enough. Fortunately, we had salsa and hot sauce on hand for everyone.
A fun evening, but I was bushed today.
By the way, the rest of my family thinks the baked cake is better than the batter. How could I possibly be related to them? Oh well, this means I get the beaters and the bowl. I'll put up with being the outlier if it means more cake batter for me.