Cake made at any altitude will rise much better if you actually include the eggs that the recipe calls for. (Ahem.)
Of course my dad loved this cake. LOVED it. It was gooey, under-baked, and dark. Just how he likes it. In a bowl with some milk. I tried (unsuccessfully) not to care that everyone didn't hate my cake as much as I did. Remember: Nobody cares but the cook. At least I didn't throw the whole thing in the garbage as soon as it broke coming out of the pan. Baby steps, people.
Z-cakes loves it too. Preferably for breakfast. But we've already learned that she's not that discerning when it comes to cake. Notice that I didn't even bother to take the second layer out of its pan. As if that would deter these these two chocolate lovers.
***In other cake related news: N8tr0n has asked for some kind of layered mint + chocolate cake and I have accepted the challenge. Do tell, have you ever made such a cake?***
In a significantly more successful endeavor, I made some granola.
My friends, I may never have to buy cereal ever again thus ending my long-time struggle with the price and content of boxed cereal.
Today Z-cakes and I are planning to chase the sun. It's out today and we have cabin fever! I'm planning to squeeze in a little crafting with a friend whose sewing machine is ready and waiting. Happy day! I'll share what I'm making later this week. Fingers crossed that I will be productive.