I have never been a huge fan of either chocolate or coffee, but there are some things that I hear about that fall under the category of exception. Molten chocolate cakes fall into this category – I never met one that I didn’t like and devour after telling myself that I would only eat half. So imagine my surprise while reading The Post-Birthday World, by Lionel Shriver that I came upon a chocolate cappuccino cake mention and discovering that I had to find a picture!
At around 10p.m., famished and pleasantly tired, she’d been downing a large, gooey slice of Tesco chocolate-cappuccino cake, whose very purchase was out of character; now on the eighth day of Lawrence’s Bosnian departure, she was on her third box.
Well she certainly isn’t messing around since her husband is away. The third box!
Neither of these is really gooey, and if it’s chocolate cake, I want gooey. They are, however, very pretty.