Okay! It's a big week. Is everyone ready? I'm in charge of a vegetable, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and a pie this year and I'm just itching to get started. It's going to be a delicate dance: there's only one oven at Ben's mother's house and the turkey obviously gets precedence, so I'm going to try and do as much as I can in advance. Thank goodness for half days, is all I have to say: my kitchen on Wednesday afternoon is going to be a slightly manic place. Is anyone else doing the bulk of their cooking that afternoon? Maybe we should set up some kind of cheerleading group conference call, with hands-free sets, of course. Isn't there comfort in numbers?
But what's that? You were wondering about this other thing, this towering concoction of tender cake layers and great swoops of marshmallowy frosting? Oh right. I thought you'd never ask.
I threw this together last night in about 15 minutes (weeeell, you know): the simplest one-bowl chocolate cake (not the best cake every, but certainly one of the easiest) divided into two pans and then - oh, then - a bowlful of billowy frosting that emerged after egg whites, sugar and corn syrup warmed together in a double boiler and were beaten to within an inch of their floppy little lives. Is there anything better than watching Seven-Minute Frosting come together under your beaters? Watching frothy egg whites morph into stiff, glossy, swoopy peaks that just beg for an index finger to be swept through them?