So it has come to my attention that not everyone likes a dense chocolate cake. Who knew? Being a die hard chocolate addict myself I assumed everyone liked chocolate cake like the one I made last year. I called it “The Best Chocolate Cake Ever” because, in my chocolate loving mind, it is. You see, to me, and fortunately to my husband, a truly good chocolate cake is so rich and dense and chocolaty that it stops just short of being a brownie.
Growing up ice cream was paramount in our household. It was always in the freezer and we ate it everyday, year round. It was not merely a summer treat to us. My father’s idea of a bowl of ice cream consisted of three healthy scoops, not marbles as he referred to stingy dips. Now an ice cream parlor just opened near me claiming they have Philly-sized scoops. I don’t know what Philly-sized scoops are (they would be just scoops to us), but I’m guessing they are large since my family’s idea of a bowl of ice cream is about 5 or 6 times what a serving of gelato in Italy would be.
