Thursday, May 12, 2005
This, my friends, is called Dobos torte, a death-by-chocolate kinda dessert that makes your blood sluggish and your artery clogged up like outbound Rt. 66 on a Friday afternoon. I have wanted to make this for so long, but I knew I had to share the artery clogging aftereffects with people dear to my heart. So I took it to a get-together of friends from high school last weekend. It’s only fair that we share this health hazard the same way we shared our SAT angst years ago.
Everyone gobbled up their piece and took home seconds. If you are wondering if it’s as rich as it looks, that’ll be affirmative. Being a torte, it was very dense and half way through my slice, I wished I had divided it into 16 portions instead of 12. I also wished I had left out two cups of sugar in the buttercream instead of just one. Oh well, next time (if there ever is a next time).