Inside some of us is a thin person struggling to get out, but they can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake. ~Author Unknown
I have some really great friends. But one of my friends is, apparently, in league with the devil – aka the Great Tempter.
Here’s the problem.
I’m not usually a big fan of chocolate cake, but there is one big giant chocolaty -good exception. There is a local restaurant around here called Magleby’s that has a line on the best chocolate cake in the world. And I don’t say that lightly either. As I mentioned, usually chocolate cake isn’t a big temptation for me. I’m not drawn to the mountain-of death-by-chocolate fudge cake with the chocolate-mousse filling that’s drizzled with the warm chocolate ganache and topped with chocolate whipped cream. But the Magleby’s cake is different. Magleby’s doesn’t actually make the cake in their restaurant – they have a source – a woman. A woman that I’m sure must be a member in good standing of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers (the Utah equivalent of the Daughters of the American Revolution). I’m sure she must be a member of the DUP because I recognize this cake. I recognize it from when I was a little girl. It was the cake that all of the women in my family - two generations removed from me (so grandmother and great-aunts etc.) made for every birthday, Ward Social or Funeral that required a cake. In our family it was called “Aunt Emma’s Chocolate Cake,” Aunt Emma being the apparent family baking expert. I feel confident that this "Aunt Emma" recipe that was created over a long time, through a painstaking process of trial and error, then handed down from generation to generation finally coming across the plains to land here in Utah where the dedicated fore-mothers of DUP baked this glorious creation to fortify the brethren while they toiled to make the dessert blossom as a rose – how else could they have built that Temple? This pioneer chocolate cake is chocolaty but not too chocolaty. It is dense, it is moist it is covered in real honest-to-Brother Brigham chocolate frosting – it is quite simply divine.
Now since I broadcasted my weight loss treatise a couple of blogs ago, you may be wondering why I am writing an ode to a chocolate cake.
Well that’s where my Devil friend comes in. My birthday was a few days ago and my delightful Devil-friend gave me my very own personal size (about 6”x6”) Magleby’s chocolate cake. And now its’ sitting there…in my kitchen… calling to me…enticing me and stirring up such a devilish desire to grab a fork and dive in that I’m am driven to distraction. The cup of fruit juice and crushed ice that is my snack this evening just isn’t doing the trick and I’m just not quite sure what to do. It doesn’t seem right to throw it away (there are other people in the house after all that might enjoy it). Plus it was a gift. It’s just plain bad manners to receive a gift and then just toss it even if it isn’t part of the diet plan.
Someone pointed out to me the other day that STRESSED spelled backwards is DESSERTS. Coincidence?
I think not!