Why do I do this to myself? I get going crazy with my posts… and then I fall off the face of the earth for a while… bake some things, eat lots of thing, drown myself in hoppy beer, and then finish full circle right here.
I guess I’ll stop yelling at myself and get to the point. But holy shit, this is one of the best cakes I’ve ever made.
The other day, a good friend was celebrating his birthday. And instead of the presumed bottle of champagne or handle of shit vodka, I decided to step up my game. And what better way to celebrate good friendship than with a cake? I can think of few.
And I had my work cut out for me. When I asked him what type of cake was his favorite, I expected to hear “chocolate” or “vanilla” or heck, maybe even something fancy and gentrification-adoring like “red velvet.” But no, oh no, I was answered with “chocolate mousse or cheesecake.”
What?! Those are hardly cakes in my book! But I. must. make. it. work.
I had lots of cream cheese in the refrigerator (thank you stock up sale) so I knew whatever direction I went, good ol’ Philly would be a part of the finished product. So I searched and searched for some sort of inspiration. It took a while, but then I came upon this and I knew what I was baking.