Lee Eisenberg walks us through it at The Daily Beast.
Years ago, when my oldest son discovered a cooking class in middle school, he made me a chocolate-walnut torte for my birthday. He even went out into the garden and picked rose leaves, melted chocolate on them, and let that harden, and decorated the cake with chocolate leaves.
It was the single best cake I’ve ever had — and he insists to this day that he made it wrong.
Whatever, Mary. It was fabulous and when he’s visiting next week, I just may try to guilt him into making another one. And that will be my perfect (and early) Christmas gift. And I hope he makes it wrong again.
Yours?
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Why don’t you make a torte for him and surprise him?
When my 4-year-old granddaughter broke her arm, I made a potato bread following a recipe I’ve used for our family, and shipped it UPS to Maryland. They were thrilled.
That’s a great idea! I’d already intended to make my World Famous Fudge, and send some out with them, but a torte would be lovely, yes?
That is really sweet. Honestly, I don’t think he could ever do better than that. However, if he’d like to practice at our house until he gets it right, we’ll be around next week.
That is incredibly kind of you, Jac. I will tell him. He just told me this a.m. he’s trying to figure out how he’s going to see everyone he wants to see — family, friends. He allowed that I could ride shot-gun, wherever he goes.