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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).

Selected for you :   Pumpkin Pie Tamales

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.

Selected for you :   Peanut Butter Brownies


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.

Averie @ Averie Cooks

Monday 30th of April 2012

Pinned. Wow. So dark, decadent & rich. Love it!

Beth Michelle

Wednesday 25th of April 2012

Here in Israel, every line is always the wrong line!! This cake looks so gooey and yummy!

Magic of Spice

Sunday 22nd of April 2012

What a are too funny! Well brownie or cake, it looks delightful and so gooey!

Emily @ Life on Food

Sunday 22nd of April 2012

every part of this post made me laugh. I like the self check outs at grocery stores for all of the reasons listed above. however the post office always does me in. here is to the brownies :)


Sunday 22nd of April 2012

Oh I felt intoxicating just looking at the pic.... it sounds so yummy :)