This past weekend I traveled up to The College of New Jersey to visit my friend Brooke to celebrate her 21st birthday! Yay Brooke!
And I of course had to provide a baked good.
I based everything on the knowledge that Brooke loves peanut butter and chocolate (what fool doesn't?).
What did I come up with?
Chocolate cake with a peanut butter buttercream coated in a layer of chocolate ganache and garnished with chopped roasted peanuts.
That's a mouthful--a delicious one at that.
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| Sam and I ate that pool of leftover ganache in its entirety. |
This cake is a testament to why I'm not allowed to ice the cakes at work.
Well, I'm allowed to, but I usually get yelled at because they look something like this.
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| Just kidding, it's not usually that bad. |
I'm very thankful for ganache that covers up my horrendous top coat.
The cake was a hit. But, as you might assume, it was super rich so Brooke still has about half the cake to munch on. I hope she enjoys it for many more days.
Oh. And then I went to work. And then I cut my hand opening a can of beans. Yup. It's a pretty dignified stitch job.
And now that I'm stitched it barely looks like an injury despite the fact that I've been severely limited mobility-wise. Couldn't it at least look like something terrible happened?
-Meri
