Chocolate Brownie Puddle Cake

I really wasn’t sure what to call this. To my mind, the base is more of a chocolate truffle or mousse than a brownie, but Matt Tebbutt calls it a brownie, so who am I to object? It is his recipe, after all.

brownie puddle

Let me back-track slightly. The idea for this ‘puddle cake’ started to grow when I came across both Matt’s recipe for Espresso and Walnut Brownies and Emily’s recipe for Chocolate-Peanut Butter Marble Cake on the same day last week (I actually found Matt’s brownie recipe whilst browsing cookbooks in the supermarket – it’s in his book, Cooks Country, and is very slightly different from the version I found online). The brownies were introduced as ‘one of the most popular puds on the menu at the restaurant’, whilst in Emily’s recipe I discovered what she describes as ‘the most delicious chocolate frosting in in the world’.

Knowing that we were soon to be visited by chocolate-pudding-loving friends from Bournemouth, I was keen to take advantage of their tastebuds by trying out my germinating idea on them …

To put it simply, I was wondering, “Why not bake these brownies in a springform pan and fill the part where it dipped in the middle with Emily’s frosting?” Okay, it’s hardly the thought of a genius, but this idea of mine just wouldn’t go away. As the weekend approached, I even began to dream of chocolate puddles and molten brownies.

I very nearly missed my opportunity. Even on the Monday morning when O had taken the children out of the house to give me a chance to get things ready, I still wasn’t sure that I would really go ahead and make the cake. This was partly because I was supposed to be making gingersnaps to go with the lemon-meringue ice-cream and poached rhubarb we were having for dessert in the evening, but also because I knew my savoury-toothed husband would be less than pleased to return to the copious amounts of washing-up I knew this cake would generate!

Needless to say, the chocolate brownie puddle cake found a way of coming into existence once the gingersnaps were safely cooling. I don’t think there were even too many dirty pots left by the time O returned, but that may be my guilty conscience putting a glossy spin on the proceedings.

I was pleased that it did grind me down into subservience, though. As I wrote at the beginning of this post, it wasn’t really a brownie as such. But it was certainly chocolate heaven.

chocolate heaven

Chocolate Brownie Puddle Cake (adapted from a recipe by Matt Tebbett and filled with Emily’s most delicious chocolate frosting)

For the base:

300 g (10 1/2 oz) plain chocolate
150 g (5 1/4 oz) unsalted butter
150 g (5 1/4 oz) light brown muscovado sugar)
4 medium eggs
2 oz raisins soaked in hot coffee
150 g (5 1/4 oz) mascarpone cheese

Pre-heat the oven to 150 degrees C. Grease and baseline a 9″ round springform cake pan.

Melt the chocolate in a double boiler or microwave (I used to do it the first way, but it takes far less time in a microwave – you just need to be careful to stir it frequently and to take it out before all the chocolate has melted completely so the last lumps can melt in the residual heat).

Blend the butter and sugar in a food processor until they are fluffy and pale.

Add the eggs one at a time, whizzing to incorporate.

Drain the raisins and whizz them into the mixture.

Add the mascarpone cheese and whizz to combine.

Pour in the melted chocolate and give the whole thing a final quick whizz to fold everything together.

Scrape into the prepared cake pan and bake in the centre of the oven for 45 to 50 minutes. The centre will be dipped and look gooey, but will feel surprisingly firm and springy when you press it gently.

Leave to cool in the pan on a wire rack (don’t be tempted to speed up the cooling by putting it in the fridge – the texture will change from meltingly smooth to densely fudgy).

To assemble:

When the base has cooled to room temperature, remove the sides of the pan and fill the centre of the cake with a half-quantity of Emily’s most delicious chocolate frosting (or make the full amount of frosting and save the leftovers for something else). Decorate with grated chocolate.

Any leftovers can be kept in the fridge for a couple of days, although the texture will be different (and very delicious too, but in a fudgier way).

La Vie Avec Rose: Part II

We journeyed tirelessly and brought the Queen of Cakes to our chateau in the heart of the Normandy countryside.

chateau

As evening drew close, we told stories of Parisian adventures while the little prince and princesses drifted sleepily into dreams of dashing duels and swirling sword dances on the steps of mediaeval castles.

A bracing breeze blew across the now-deserted beaches of Operation Overlord in the morning …

Operation Overlord

… and my elder princess tugged urgently on Rose’s sleeve to show her the marker she had found among the dunes.

New York 5700km

We warmed our chilled toes and icy fingers back at the chateau by feasting on tender slices of magret of duck in an orange marmalade sauce. Throwing caution to the wind, the sauce-maker deftly pilfered Rose’s perfectly-fried pieces of garlic and was only spared an untimely death by the perfection of his sweet, griddled courgettes.

duck and courgettes

Our time together was filled with the yeasty aromas of freshly baked bread …

rose making bread

… the magical knotting of colourfully beaded strings …

beads

… and the joyous convivial sounds of laughter on the terrace.

fun on the terrace

We visited the local outdoor market and discovered gastronomic riches among the brightly jewelled stalls.

market scene

After covertly sharing a crêpe swathed in deep, dark salted caramel …

pancake

… we approached the fish stall with anticipatory thoughts of the evening meal ahead.

“How should we cook a turbot?” we asked, looking with anxiety at its large, irregularly-shaped flat body.

“Dans une turbotière,” came the reply. Ah, how silly – of course, a pan shaped like a turbot would indeed be the simplest way of cooking such a fish.

We did not possess a pan shaped like a turbot.

“How else can we cook a turbot?” we asked.

“In white wine on a bed of onions and tomatoes, covered with foil and baked in the oven for thirty minutes at two hundred degrees centigrade,” came the reply. Our helpful fishmonger then offered to cut the fish into pieces so that such unfortunately turbotière-challenged people as ourselves could still enjoy the delicacies of its firm white flesh.

turbot

“A whole bottle of wine?” I asked Rose, watching helplessly.

“A whole bottle of wine,” she mercilessly replied.

all the wine

Whilst too many cooks may sometimes spoil the broth …

too many cooks

… on this occasion a smooth, velvety sauce appeared wondrously from the strained and reduced juices of the baked fish and its voluptuous bed. With the addition of a large spoonful of thick, soft Normandy crème fraiche and some small pieces of butter, even those who normally disliked fish were nearly (but not quite wholly) converted.

fish on a dish

The shadows lengthened, darkness fell and the moon rose over the chateau.

moon over the chateau

We packed our belongings once again and carried our fond memories home with us across the water.

ferry cartwheel

Our time in France may have come to a close, but our adventures together in Devon were about to begin …

on the ferry

La Vie Avec Rose: Part I

Every story needs a beginning, so this tale opens with a small boy looking out of a ferry window, searching expectantly for something other than the blue waves, little realizing the grand adventure that lies ahead.

ferry window

He is my little prince and his elder sisters are my princesses, riding their royal steeds through the streets of Paris.

merry go round

We dined like Kings and Queens on pasta, pesto, vegetables and sausages, cooked majestically on a two-plate hob and served with panache at our apartment table. After feasting, the little prince and princesses lay down their sleepy heads and fell immediately into a deep, restful slumber.

sleepy heads

The lazy sun rose tardily the following morning and we ascended to the very top of the Tour Montparnasse to survey our realm.

top of tower

Our steps to Parnassus at last brought us face-to-face with the objects of our quest: une belle rose et un chocolatier charmant.

rose and zach

With excited tumblings of princess cartwheels …

cartwheel

… and crazy Parisian driving whirling around triumphal monuments, …

arc de triomphe

… we escaped with our treasure to the Golden Arches.

mc donalds

Yes, it’s true. For my first dining experience with Rose Levy Beranbaum, we shared a cheeseburger at McDonald’s!

eating at mcdonalds

But our time together was only just beginning. There were many more meals, stories and surprises to come …

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