Triple Chocolate Pound Cake


Oh Golly some of your comments brought tears to my eyes and left a large lump in my throat. Life is so hard at times. We gotta keep on keepin’ on. Looking for the opportunity to give glory to God for what he is going to do with each day, bitter or sweet. If you didn’t win today, please considering getting a copy Bittersweet by Shauna Niequistin your grimy little hands. It is a must read. Hey it’s not too late to add things to your Christmas list!

The winner of the signed copy of Bittersweet is Laura from Texas! Laura hugs to you. Wish I could sit down with you and have coffee my friend….moving is hard. It’s a heap O-lot a change in every ones lives when you move. I know you will enjoy this book!

 

Laura said…

Moving to TX, so far from home started bitter but is becoming sweet πŸ™‚

December 8, 2010 10:41 PM

 

Now for your noshing pleasure I wanted to share with you one of my richest, most decadent, chocolaty treats. Triple Chocolate Pound Cake….oh yeah baby…this cake is the bomb. Bomb of chocolate! If you live in the West Michigan area you might remember Bill Knapps Restaurants. This cake is reminiscent of their chocolate cake. I think they must have sold the rights to the recipe to Meijers Grocery stores because I have seen it in their bakery section. But I just can’t bring myself to buy it when I can make this easy peasy cake at home. (Mine is better anyway.) This cake is so moist, and dense, and rich. It lasts for days. It’s a dessert that is easy to make a few days in advance, just cover it up and hide it from your scoundrely husband that has a sweet tooth the size of Alaska!



 

 

 

 

Who wouldn’t like a piece of that goodness. Someone who doesn’t care for chocolate I guess. But I don’t really hang around with the likes of those kinds of people.

There’s my rascally Kenny in the background. He had this piece of cake for lunch. How does this man stay so svelte? Makes me sick! If you don’t remember, my husband…a.k.a. Kenny, is an E.R. doctor…physician…call it whatever you like, the group he works for has a mandatory 1 month off every 18. (mental health month) December is Kenny’s month. He is home all day everyday. I guess you could say this is somewhat bittersweet for me, because as much as I love hangin with my man…I am not really used to having him around 24/7. He works ALOT! I am afraid I might get used to this or the kids might. We are going to go through serious withdrawal come January. No he is not driving me crazy….I just have my own little routine so having him around this much throws me for a loop. We did go see a move together in the middle of the afternoon this week. Now we know where all the retired people go after lunch. “Theater full of Q-tips”, is what Kenny said. We saw Morning Glory….very cute, would recommend. Yesterday we went Christmas shopping together….unheard of in the 16 years of our marriage. Today we are sitting around eating chocolate cake!

Love you all so much, thanks for sharing your stories with me.

Have a great weekend!

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    Anonymous :

    Gosh, I am soooo jealous of your sitting around eating chocolate cake together afternoon! My husband does not eat too many sweets, not even birthday cake for his big day! BOOOOO (Although he did manage to eat MOST of your Thanksgiving Pecan Pie!)
    I do think I will try this recipe though, I haven't ever really complained abouthaving the sweets all to myself!

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    Gentrie :

    OMG! You ARE trying to kill me, aren't you? Kidding……Looks amazing, I'll have to try it.

    Note to self: Buy a bunt cake pan.

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    http://www.thunderbird-fox.blogspot.com

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    Friberg Clan :

    I bet a nice big glass of redwine would make that cake taste even sweeter! Try it…you will like.

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    Anonymous :

    I made this cake for our church potluck, and it was soooo good. One of the ladies said she got heart palpitations from the amount of chocolate. Maybe this should be called, Death by Chocolate Cake. I will be making this again, and again, and again.