My co-worker invited my boyfriend and me over for dinner a while ago. She had a gift certificate for a personal chef to come to her home and teach us how to cook three dishes from a three-course menu and then after all our hard work, we'd eat it! I think we did a pretty good job! We made farro risotto with mushrooms, salad lyonnaise and hanger steak with a pepper cream sauce. Everything was delicious but the farro was a little too dense for my liking (guess who made that...).
The dinner did not come with dessert to my friend's dismay and to my disappointment/relief. However before I could sigh knowing that my diet was on track after all, she said, "So I baked a cake anyway. Do you like chocolate?" Damn.
If a cake makes me want to chuck my fork across the room and just plant my face into it, that's how you know it's real. We were at dinner with two lovely people (my co-worker and husband) in their amazing home, so I contained myself even though my hand quivered upon eating the food of gods that is Guinness Cake.
This cake was... well surprising. First of all it actually looks like a Guinness: dark on bottom with luscious white foam on top. I unfairly expected a really rich, chocolaty, overly sweet, dense cake with goopy, overly sweetened vanilla frosting. It turned out that the frosting was a light, airy cream cheese frosting. It was like her Kitchen Aid mixer was on steroids and pretty much whipped that cream cheese and powdered sugar to a consistency of clouds (I mean pretty much). The cake was dense, but moist. The chocolate flavor was a deep, robust cocoa enhanced by the Guinness beer. Magnificent. Life was just perfect in that moment of eating this cake.
I will surely get the recipe (I was too distracted eating to even think about trying to remake it). But my theory is that you have to be born with baking skills. I'm not that person. So even if I tried it probably wouldn't be this good.
She sent me home with half the cake (blessed). Yes I have eaten a small piece almost every day for the last week and a half, but sadly I'm getting to the end. Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing though, right?