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

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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