The last thing I felt like doing last night when I got in was baking cakes to take to work today. For some reason, we've decided to have an impromptu celebration of... something, and I was nominated as Designated Caker. It's a bit like being a designated driver, except you have to take cake and keep your own sugar levels under control whilst ensuring everyone else ends up high as kites.
I made two batches of the world's easiest chocolate cake, intending to make a double-layer 9 inch cake. But when the first cake came out of the oven, I decided that a 6 inch tall cake would be a little excessive, and turned the other half of my batter into 18 cupcakes. I topped the cupcakes with chocolate buttercream and hundreds and thousands, while the 9inch cake was covered with a chocolate ganache and a mound of smashed up Crunchie. I've decided I'm going to tell everyone it's a bonfire cake, or an homage to the fact that the fire alarms will not stop going off.
*Sorry about the quality of these pictures, and the number of cake/ chocolate/ baking related posts this week...!!