Thursday, March 1, 2012
I finished a loooong day at work and was greeted by a house full of guests. My mom, dad, sister-in-law, and grandmother were bustling around in the kitchen getting the dinner ready. The children buzzed around the house like little bees while the dog looked around in annoyance. What more could I ask for...well, a husband being home would be nice but that's another story.
Dessert was easily my favorite part. My mom gently took ceramic ramekins of chocolate decadence out of the oven. Creamy milk chocolate wafted out of the oven and made a direct path to my nose. My salivatory glands were in full effect.
"Mom, whens dessert? It smells good in here.", urged my six year old.
Powdered sugar was generously snowed on to the tops of the cake while raspberries nestled into the centers. J was quickly captivated by the raspberries and how great they complimented the chocolate. Three year olds know this kind of stuff.
With the first crack of the crisp top, the spoon slid into the chocolate lava. "Mom, this is like the Earth. You have the crust and the hot lava." Yes, that would be why it's called a lava cake. The chocolate ooze stuck to every taste bud in my mouth. Mmmmm!