Mayonnaise?
It’s right there in front of you. Chocolate.
There are no bad chocolate cakes.
Now I have a weird urge eat Swedish meatballs on noodles with chocolate cake off of weird modern furniture..
Vinegar and coffee
It still tasted nothing like the IKEA cake. Instead—for reasons I do not fully understand and which I refuse to interrogate—it tasted exactly like a vanished cake from my childhood, from a restaurant called Dave’s Not Here, in Santa Fe, New Mexico. (The lore goes that the place was called Dave’s, until the Dave in question either went to prison or skipped town; both pieces of information are more or less impossible to verify.) As a restaurant, Dave’s was always dripping in grease, buzzing with flies, and wholly delicious; it served mammoth burgers and, in my recollection anyway, consistently hot green chile, which is how it’s supposed to be. The cake that always sat on the counter under a large glass dome was a hulking, imperfect monolith with icing pitted like acne scars. It tasted like a dream. Through my own, bumbling efforts, I’d transported myself into a weird little corner of my childhood. It felt like a strange benediction, somehow, at the close of this nightmare year, to stumble, accidentally, into something halfway like our better, distant past. I shoved the cake into the furthest corner of the fridge, and my memory, and soldiered on.
I think they’re recycling CrackerJack prizes.
lol Same thought I had about my wife’s GimmeChoko cake — that thing is one baby step away from being toxically chocolate! But I wonder if this is what they’re talking about: https://www.aryztafoodservice.ca/product/chocolate-conspiracy-cake/
My wife and I have always been fans of the chocolate cake at IKEA’s restaurant.
