How I salvage a batch of super-failed-inedible-lava-cake into something yummilicious.
There is absolutely no freaking way I can deny this: I sucked at baking. I could fail even baking from a cake mix straight out of a box. That is precisely what happened to my overly-ambitious-lava-cake-from-a-box endeavor.
To my own defence, I've followed all instructions on the box mixing up the batch, popped it in the oven as per instructed, fully anticipating my lava cake to come out just like the picture on the box, soft with a deliciously melty centre. How I wish.
Maybe, I'm destined to never step into a kitchen *sigh*. The results is just too horrendous to describe but still, I would plague you with all the gory details, just because I could. The cake has set into an irregular lump, overflowing from it's cup, not the nicest looking lump in the history of baking from the looks of it, however my hopeful heart still thought I shouldn't judge a cake by its appearance.
So, without letting the sight of it defeat me, I plunge my fork into the heart of it, fully expecting hot flow of chocolatey goodness spilling out. But no. I pulled out the fork, instead of chocolate sauce dripping from it, there were crumbs. Not giving up yet, I Karate chop the cake in half with my bare hands cake knife and discovered: Nothing. No lava so to speak of. And the cake is rather hard and sadly a tad dry.
My hopes plunged down a high cliff, into the darkness, never to be seen again, for as long as humans shall live.
Rather than disposing the whole thing into the garbage bin and be done with it, I've decided to let it sit in the oven overnight to remind myself of my failure, but waking up the next morning, a brilliant thought came in mind. It was inspired by THIS, Rita's Ridiculously-easy-cheat-no-bake-chocolate-cake. It saves my cake from the fate of dying an unnatural death before fulfilling it's duty in enhancing the happiness it's maker.
The final reveal, after it's makeover. My ugly duckling turned into a swan.
From inedible to omg-so-yummy-I-can-swoon.
*cues chaperone holding up smelling salts to rouse the unconscious from overtight corsets due to overindulgence of sinful treats.
Everyone knows that a reformed rake cake makes the best husband dessert.