Scott made rosemary-scented chicken and rice soup for dinner tonight (verdict: delicious), but after our workout I was possessed with the desire for chocolate cake. Curiously (or perhaps directly antecedent to my craving) our friend Fade had just pointed me to this recipe for make-in-a-mug chocolate cake.
Reader, I was dubious.
Reader, it works.
(Yes, I am just using my mixing spoon to eat with. When you’re making microwave cake in a mug, you’re gonna stand on ceremony?)
And it took me under ten minutes, including assembling the ingredients and a futile hunt for baking powder (I wound up subbing in baking soda and a quarter of a teaspoon of cider vinegar, added at the very last instant before the almond butter, which is what we had instead of peanut butter, because the entire point of stuff like this is Gratification Without A Trip To The Store), to create two teensy tiny little chocolate cakes.
I added an extra teaspoon of cocoa powder, because I likes my chocolate chocolatey, and if I do it again I’m going to throw in a little vanilla and maybe some cinnamon–it needs a little perking up.
But by God, it was cake! Cake at 1 am, with very little cleanup. Lifehack success!
I hereby dub this: pajama cake.
Because with this technology, you don’t have to put your pants on to have cake.
I can totally see no manner in which this could end… badly. For anyone.