Double Chocolate Gooey Butter Cake

It’s nearing 9:30 at night and I just got in from today’s shift. After we closed the store, I had to run to the market for a few things and decided that a turkey and cheese sandwich would be perfect for supper. It beat the extra protein Speical K out by a land slide. So won’t be buying that again.

At the market I always choose the most strategic line. I carefully inspect them all and then without fail always end up in the worst line. Sure, there’s not much left to be rung in but something is going to go wrong, lights will flash, and there will be some sort of debate over coupons. Every. Single. Time. Which was exactly what happened tonight, but while this was going on the customer was asking the cashier all sorts of questions about her personal life, education, hours, things like that. And no, this was not flirting at all. It was just some sort of bizarre curiosity.

When it was finally my turn, I told the cashier that she should have totally made up answers. I do. All of the time. I lied to my customers for over a month about my name when I first started, replying with whatever was the most ridiculously over the top feminine name I could think of. I was Sophie, Lulu, and  Candi. I own t-shirts sporting colleges from all over the nation and make it a point to where them to bars. When asked if I went to Princeton I reply yes and start making up stories. (I do not recommending wearing the name of any near by colleges or universities if you want to play this game, it will only end with egg on your face as someone will casually point out that said school does not have a bioengineering program).

I don’t do this because I’m a jackass, well ok, there is that. I do it because it breaks the ice and gives the other person something to think about. A break in the monotony. I could be making this whole story up for all you know. ;)

Alright, so here’s my problem with this recipe… Why even bother with the cake mix if we are still wasting money and time mixing other ingredients? Why not just add some flour and baking soda to the party? Even though I pulled this out at exactly 40 minutes (because I love me some underdone salmonella toting awesomness) it was nothing more than a brownie with a bit more effort. I could still taste ‘cake mix’ which I wasn’t aware was a flavor until I realized I cook way too much. Handsome even asked if we had more ‘brownies’ and I tried to explain that it wasn’t… oh yeah, just have more brownies… I will have to try another butter cake to see if I can get something a little more like what my guys used to bring out of Philly.

 

When I sat down and started typing this post was going to be about my cat. I’m not sure which of us is more easily distracted.


Comments

  1. says

    1. I’d still like to read a post about your cat.
    2. The name of the cake is totally awesome, and you’re right, the cake mix is kinda weird when you’re going to all of that other trouble.
    3. Maybe the cake mix was meant to make people feel less intimidated? As in: this recipe has cake mix in it – no flour – so it must be easy.
    4. 2.0’s mother made a cake on the weekend that was super easy and tasted awesome, and it could definitely be made at 9:30 pm whilst one was munching on, say, Special K or a sandwich, and then be consumed for dessert. I will bake it in your honour.

  2. says

    And that is why I do the self-checkout line. As for this cake, I rarely want something that is pure chocolate, let alone DOUBLE chocolate, but I love this and want it.

  3. says

    My husband always chooses the WORST checkout line.
    We both lie about our names, we each have 1 made up name we always use. And we think we’re hilarious.
    Mmmm, gooey cake, YUM!

  4. says

    My friend used to start speaking in accents randomly and one time on a trip, she carried on a long conversation with some people at a hotel using an English accent. The next day they saw her at a coffee shop ordering with an American accent. Your post cracked me up about lying about your name…it can be fun to pretend sometimes. Cake looks great!

  5. says

    Well, you knew that after you said ‘gooey butter cake’ we’d listen to whatever story you wanted to tell. Mr. Hungry Couple stakes out all the check out lines and mentally calculates what moronic thing each person on a given line is going to do to slow us down. He does the same thing when he drives, too. This is my life… Anyway, yes unfortunately, boxed cake mix is a flavor :(

  6. says

    Funny story but I sympathize with the lines–I always manage to get on the slowest one, too. As for using a different name, sometimes I’m tempted to do that at Starbucks but I always fear ignoring the call when my order’s ready, LOL! Can this cake get any gooier? Looks awesome!

  7. says

    Kita… I so enjoyed your post! You had me laughing out loud on more than one occasion, the pictures area absolutely beautiful though! And I’m with you on the cake mix taste…
    I get the distraction too!

  8. says

    Ha ha! I’ve been Jasmine, Sameera and Rene! Good tip with the T-shirt…and oh my, that cake. Looks almost like brownie, doesn’t it? Anything as fudgy and dark as that is going on my “to try” list.

  9. says

    HAHAH! I used to do that ALL the time. Especially when I was in college. I was ridiculous about it but it was fun pretending to be someone else. I got busted all the time too :)

    Fantastic cake darling. Totally droolable

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