The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Brr. Today, I wound up needing something to do with my hands.

In 'honour' of Sam II, Disgrace To Sams Everywhere, I made Molten Torture Cake, which has been the birthday standard in our house for a while (i.e. whenever we don't have ice-cream cake with the crunchies) but which is coincidentally featured on the website of Sam I.

I like to leave it about three minutes underbaked and have the center sticky. So inelegant am I. But it comes out like, black with chocolate, and it's very very easy and not too sweet. Also, minimal mess. One measuring cup, one bowl, the beaters.

I am okay now. The emotional blankie of a successful bake, compounded with the serum dopamine-raising effects of chocolate, and friends.

Well, I am going to be okay.