Can I have s’more, sir?
No recipe for this cake, today.
I’ve been writing up blog posts for the past 2 hours and I’m getting lazy.
(Tutorial for something time-consuming exciting coming soon… Stay tuned!)
I made this cake for a good friend’s 18th (eep!) birthday.
It consisted of three dark chocolate cake layers, sandwiching milk chocolate ganache, toasted marshmallows, and an adapted graham crust/crumb from Milk Bar.
I frosted it with a nutella buttercream, and topped it off with more of the same: a mountain of toasted marshmallows, graham crumbs, and a drizzle of ganache.
A wonderfully childish cake, reminiscent of campfires, to welcome her into adult life.
Youth may not last forever, but immaturity the affinity for s’mores does!
I used my dad’s giant industrial blow torch to toast the lil’ marshmallows. Poor guys didn’t stand a chance. Flames and fire ravaged their ranks, I’m afraid to say.
I hope she enjoyed it.
I certainly enjoyed making it.
Happy 18th, S! Love you!