A long-term relationship has a lot in common with cleaning out a closet. Over the years, you learn what’s worth keeping and what can be tossed. In my nearly two decades with The One, we’ve often cleared the emotional and interpersonal closets of our lives, each time reshaping the sum of us. For example, I’ve come to acknowledge his Hess truck collection, which he uses as Christmas decorations, and his infatuation with Kenny G. He, in turn, accepts my love of kitsch and my need to control most everything. And over the years we’ve watched as my fascination with Glee, his preoccupation with teddy bears, our adulation of Martha Stewart’s first TV show, and my hard-core adherence to Atkins were rim-shotted into life’s wastebasket.
Yet one thing that has remained non-negotiable for both of us from the very beginning is chocolate cake.
Back when we were still new to each other, though, we had no clue what was important. After The One and I had been together two months, he spent a weekend visiting his mother in Baltimore. On the night of his return, we sat down to dinner—candlelit, of course, as he always insists on candlelight, even for ordinary weeknight suppers. He pushed the chicken around his plate, preoccupied and silent. “Do you think, if this thing is real,” he finally said, pointing his fork back and forth between us, “you can promise me forever?”
I set my bowl of Fiber One aside. So here we go, I thought. The conversation. By that time, I’d spent the past eight years serial-dating and getting any romantic notions of “forever” kicked out of me. I also knew how The One had been shunted from mother to grandmother to pastor and back to mother when he was growing up, and how much it had devastated him. The idea of permanence was paramount to his happiness. Yet I didn’t want to lie.
“No, mon cher, I can’t.”
Suddenly he looked like a five-year-old whose Big Wheel I’d accidentally backed over with my car. “I want to promise forever,” I rushed to say, trying to cheer him. “But neither of us has any idea who we’ll be in 20 years. We could grow apart.”
You’d have thought I’d run over his dog, too.
“Or—or—or,” I stammered, “on the other hand, we could grow closer. Right? That’s a possibility….”
He traffic-copped me, putting up his palm and cutting me off. “I get it, I get it. Don’t worry about it.”
We tabled the conversation and, over the following weeks, in place of arguing, did what we often do: We turned to chocolate cake. Not just any chocolate cake, but the culinary Eve from which millions of cakes have descended: Hershey’s “Perfectly Chocolate” Chocolate Cake, featured on the back of the Hershey’s cocoa tin for more than 80 years. I’d never made it B.T.O. (Before The One), but it was a dessert his grandmother and mother had always baked.
And what a cake it is. If you’ve never tasted it, you simply can’t comprehend how it satisfies an addiction, soothes anxieties, halts arguments mid-accusation. Frankly, if the United States government sent these chocolate cakes overseas instead of troops, the world would be a kinder, more peaceful place. The cake itself is crazy-dense and moist—something The One loves. So moist is it that when you assemble the layers, your fingertips are covered with sticky chocolate crumbs that you simply have to pause and enjoy, looking for all the world like one of those sex-starved nubile young things on Showtime.
For me, though, it’s the frosting that slays. Well, my version of the frosting slays. I use twice as much butter as the original recipe, which makes it creamier, smoother, and less sweet. I’m ashamed to say it, but on more than one occasion I’ve been caught unawares by The One and sundry friends with an entire spatula of frosting in my mouth. Still, I make no apologies.
Since then, it’s been our birthday cake, anniversary cake, impress-the-snotty-ass-guest cake, hey-it’s-a-Tuesday cake, even Valentine’s Day cake. But back then, it was our stuff-our-feelings cake.
I struggled to find a way to express to The One my hopes for us. I tried journaling, armed with pen in one hand, fork in the other. I verbally wrestled with my therapist, shouting at him for making me a romantic pragmatist—so realistic and clear-eyed about love that I couldn’t indulge in a little forever fantasy. I asked advice of friends who’d been together far longer than us. Nothing helped.
One month and several cakes later, The One arranged for us to spend New Year’s Eve in Paris at the home of two ridiculously pretentious and nouveau-riche friends. While walking through their monstrously enormous apartment, I was suddenly struck dumb. From their five-figure sound system wafted lyrics to a song—”When I Fall in Love”—that gave voice to what I could not.
To me, it syncopated our two contrary points of view. (If you haven’t listened to the song, now would be a good time.) “When I fall in love, it will be forever, or I’ll never fall in love” suited The One. It comforted him, made him feel at home. “When I give my heart, it will be completely, or I’ll never give my heart,” spoke to me. I couldn’t promise him forever, but I could promise that I’d love him completely for as long as I can. It’s my own personal forever.
I waited until Pretentious Frenchman and his O’er-Reaching Snot Boyfriend were gone and then led The One into the living room as the opening strains embraced the room. He began to speak. “Shh! Listen,” I shushed. As Linda Ronstadt crooned the “forever” verse, I laid my hand on his chest. “This is you.” Then as she glided through the “completely” stanza, I added, “This is me.”
We had yet to exchange vows of love—that would be later that week, on the Left Bank of the Seine—but in that moment my need to control things precipitously proclaimed, “This is our song!” And, completely uncharacteristically, he didn’t argue. He simply accepted it and understood that although he needs to be loved forever and I need to be loved entirely, we were committed to one another.
All these years later, the song has proven to be something worth keeping. It usually underscores Valentine’s dinners—the highlight of which is another great keeper of our lives: that Hershey’s chocolate cake. These days, though, the cake lasts half as long as it did back then. That’s because with age comes not only wisdom, but relief that you no longer have to have a 32-inch waist to attract love and that there’s no harm in seconds—or thirds.
So now it’s our literal closets that need to be cleared of those once-flattering flat-front chinos, medium-size shirts, and long-ago-loose sweaters.
But, hey, love is forever, right?
Hershey’s Chocolate Cake
This cake needs no introduction, as it’s been around for almost a century. If you’ve never made it, you’re in for a treat. And if you’ve never made it with my wee spin, you’re in for an even greater treat. All I’ve done is add some instant espresso powder to the batter and the frosting. It amps up the flavor. And I wanted a frosting that was more buttery and less cloyingly sweet. Using a greater proportion of butter to sugar makes the frosting soooo light–nothing at all like the cloying, gritty American buttercreams out there. That’s it. Finito. Pronto.
Bottom line: Don’t mess (too much) with perfection.–David Leite
LC Comfort Cake Note
Nothing brings comfort like chocolate cake. But this chocolate cake? It also brings oohs and aahs, inspires reverence, evokes gratitude, and halts conversations mid-sentence. We ought to know.
Hershey's Chocolate Cake Recipe
- Quick Glance
- 20 M
- 55 M
- Serves 10 to 12
- For Hershey's Chocolate Cake
- Butter for the pans
- 2 cups granulated sugar
- 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for the pans
- 3/4 cup Hershey’s Cocoa
- 2 tablespoons instant espresso
- 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 2 large eggs
- 1 cup whole milk
- 1/2 cup mild vegetable oil
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 1 cup boiling water
- For Hershey's Chocolate Frosting
- 2 sticks (8 ounces) unsalted butter, melted
- 1 1/3 cups Hershey’s Cocoa
- 2 teaspoons instant espresso
- 3 1/3 cups confectioners’ sugar
- 2/3 cup whole milk
- 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- Make Hershey’s Chocolate Cake
- 1. Position a rack in the middle of the oven and crank up the heat to 350°F (176°C). Butter and flour two 9-inch round baking pans, tapping out any excess flour.
- 2. With a wooden spoon (surely you have one, yes?), stir together the granulated sugar, flour, cocoa, espresso powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl.
- 3. Plop in the eggs and pour in the milk, oil, and vanilla, and, using a handheld electric mixer (oh c’mon, surely you still have one of those, too?!), beat the ingredients on medium speed for 2 minutes. Stir in the boiling water. The batter will be wicked thin but fear not, that is as it should be. Pour the batter into the prepared pans.
- 4. Bake the cakes for 30 to 35 minutes, until a toothpick or cake tester inserted in the center comes out clean. Cool the cake in the pans on a wire rack for 10 minutes. Invert the cakes onto the wire racks and let them cool completely.
- Make Hershey’s Chocolate Frosting
- 5. In a bowl, stir together the butter, cocoa, and espresso powder.
- 6. First add some confectioners’ sugar and then add some milk, beating with a handheld electric mixer (see how handy it can be?!) after each addition. Continue to add the ingredients alternately and beat until you achieve a thick but spreadable consistency. If a less stiff consistency is desired, add small amounts additional milk. Stir in the vanilla.
- 7. Place a cake layer on a serving platter and spread a layer of frosting over the top. Place the second layer on top of the first and finish by frosting the sides and the top of the cake. Cut cut the chocolate cake into gargantuan wedges and serve.
Lay It On Me
- For a more elegant take on this cake, make a double batch of frosting, slice each layer in half horizontally, fill, and frost. You’ll end up with a towering cake with four layers. Pull out the linen napkins.
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Feb 08, 2013
This really is the best chocolate cake! I’ve made lots of cakes, and this chocolate cake is absolutely the best. I tend to prefer using butter in baking, however, I make an exception with this cake, which calls for oil. Yes, the batter is thin, but that’s OK. And the frosting comes together beautifully, complements the cake, spreads easily, and isn’t overpowering. The first time I made this cake, I brought it to a small dinner gathering. After everyone had their cake, the room went silent, given that everyone was blissfully sated.
Feb 08, 2013
If I’d been wearing pearls, it would’ve been a Donna Reed moment, maybe June Cleaver. Imagine mixing all of the ingredients with a hand mixer before dinner, whipping up some frosting after dinner, and serving up the most delicious chocolate layer cake shortly thereafter…nothing complicated, nothing fancy, just a cake that screams perfection. Wooden spoons and hand mixers get perfect use here. Just make sure your bowls are deep enough so that the flour doesn’t go flying, same for the confectioners sugar in the frosting. Too bad there are only two of us and one of us watches our weight! No gargantuan pieces here, but small slivers with a cold glass of milk (skim is fine as a beverage but use whole for the cake!). I actually prefer the cake as cold as the milk—I tested that out this morning before my husband took the rest of the cake to work. He will be making new friends today. It’s a perfect cake for a celebration or just because you love chocolate. The espresso powder adds a nice undertone and cuts the chocolate just a bit.
Hershey's Chocolate Cake Recipe © David Leite. Photo © 2013 David Leite. All rights reserved.