The Cake For a New Age!

     My 41^st birthday was a rousing, smashing success, and thanks to everyone for passing along the well-wishes and whatnots.  You made a great day that much better.  Seriously.  It was a fantastic day with fun, food and, most-importantly, cake! 

    So...  Let's talk about the cake.  It was so incredibly yummy that it certainly deserves not only its own entry here, but, I'm not altogether sure that it doesn't deserve it's own blog.  A cake like this needs its own identity.  Indeed, if it wasn't for the disturbing act of lopping off a wedge and sitting down to eat weighty chunks of its chocolatey goodness, there's a pretty good chance this cake and I would be life-long friends with evenings out, random text messages, and drunk dialing one another in the wee hours.  This is the kind of cake that one would like to keep in contact with for the rest of one's life. 

    Honestly, I have no idea what I did to deserve either the cake or the woman who made this delightful creation of chocolate and beer.  And yes.  There was beer in this cake.  It was yet another testament to the versatility of the delightful stout that is Guinness.  When Guinness is paired with chocolate, something amazing and, naturally, magical happens: the chocolate is prevented from being too sweet.  The beer brings a sour note that keeps the chocolate in perspective.

    To understand this, you have to look at it in terms of Gilligan's Island where, had it not been for the lovable, bumbling, titular imbecile, Gilligan, Jonas "The Skipper" Grumby would have ruled over that island with the bloody, iron first of a tyrant. 

    Sadly, the only thing missing was bacon.  Emily did mention that the cake needs bacon, but she stopped short of putting any in so as to complete the trifecta and round out a perfect meal.  Next time, it's getting bacon on top. 

    Nonetheless, I had a tremendously happy birthday.  In fact, it was such a fun time, I may have to do it again in a month, or so. 

-DP