We're having a potluck tomorrow for a coworker's birthday. It's a nacho bar and I got elected for dessert. Noemi just said, "Chocolate".
Keeping in the slightly Mexican theme, I'm making a Chocolate Tres Leche cake. I'm not a fan of Tres Leche myself - wet cake, ew. I'm also, surprisingly, not a big chocolate monster, either, so I probably won't even eat any of the cake. I had to taste the batter & the tres leche sauce, of course, and it tasted good, but... This thing looks like... I can't even describe it in food-like terms.
And my kitchen is a fucking mess. I bought a canister of cocoa powder & it had a peel-off lid. When I opened it cocoa powder went everywhere. I looked like one of those old-fashioned & oh-so-politically-incorrect blackface minstrels. Cleaning up cocoa powder is kind of like cleaning up fingerprinting powder or powder toner. You can't get it wet or it just smears around. And naturally, because I'm not the world's neatest cook, my floor and countertops were wet. Yay.
I have no idea how I'm going to get it to work tomorrow. It's going to be an adventure, of this I'm sure. I'll probably have to put it back in the cake pan or something.
I've lost a roll of tinfoil somewhere. I probably had carried it into my room or maybe stuck it in the linen closet or something. Don't ask me why I might have been carrying a roll of tinfoil with me last night while I was doing laundry... I've found stranger things in stranger places, like a bottle of shampoo in the freezer. I've also put my glasses in the cabinets above my washer & dryer. Between alcohol & anaesthesia, my short-term memory is fucked.
Ah well, back to spooning chocolate sauce over a spongy soggy cake.
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