I made a chocolate pound cake. I was hoping for something as magical as my vanilla pound cake experience. The lemon curd haunts my dreams. I really need to run to TJ’s and pick some up soon. And maybe some peppermint joe-joe’s while I’m there. I’m all about multitasking, you know.
Sorry. As I was saying, I made a chocolate pound cake and expected it to be marvelous. I was…underwhelmed. The cake was vastly inferior to its vanilla predecessor. I even squished a piece up in some vanilla ice cream hoping to make it more appealing, but it was still all dry and boring.
Such a tragedy.
Rather than blame whomever came up with the recipe, I’ll just assume the failure was due to user error. Maybe I baked it too long? Maybe I messed up my self-rising flour substitution? Doesn’t matter. Whatever the case, we’ll chalk this one up to experience and hope for better cakes next time.
Just in case it wasn’t my fault, though, I’ll spare you the recipe. I’d hate for you to have to deal with the awkwardness of having baked a treat that you neither want to eat nor give away because it is, at best, kind of blah.