It's chocolate cake Jim, but not as we know it...

You may have seen some of these 'quick cakes' floating around these here Internets lately. I had, and was rather sceptical. Throwing caution to the wind, and with an narky toddler and wife to keep happy, I wanted to see if I could make a chocolate cake in under ten minutes.

Cherry picking from three of four recipes, I settled on the following combo:

INGREDIENTS

8 Tablespoons self raising flour
8 Tablespoons sugar
5 Tablespoons cocoa
1 Egg
6 Tablespoons milk
5 Tablespoons oil
1 Microwave-proof container

METHOD

Mix the dry ingredients.

Add the egg.

Pour in milk and oil, and mix well.

Put in microwave for six minutes on maximum.

Turn out on cooling tray.

EAT!

And do you know what? It actually worked. We had a nice, firm and moist cake ready to go. I reckon that it would work pretty well with a ganache with a bit of cream on the side. I didn't get a photo, because this mob demolished it too quickly for me.

Comments

Debbie Courson Smith said…

I'm still skeptical because it sounds too good to be true. I might give it a try in the next week or so. What kind of container did you cook it in? Did it splatter inside the microwave?

16 August 2008 at 14:15

Yoga Gal said…

I love a man that can cook!

16 August 2008 at 15:27

USelaine said…

I've never heard of such a thing! Seriously?

16 August 2008 at 19:17

Kris McCracken said…

Diva and USelaine, no spillage, I only used one microwavable container (maybe 12 centimetres across) with reasonably high sides (12 cms again?). And seriously, it works. Microwaved bacon is also nice.

Yoga Gal, I think everybody should cook. If I was a lady (or a lad into lads), I would refuse to see a bloke if he didn’t try. It really isn’t that hard.

18 August 2008 at 09:38

Z said…

Microwave cake? Shall have to investigate... I recently decided to get a little adventurous with the old rice cooker. I think it might make rice and pasta using less energy than when I use the electic hob -- now if only I had space to leave it out permanently on the kitchen counter.

18 August 2008 at 22:45

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