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Is that beer in my cake?

Guinness and Chocolate Cake by Bombay Foodie

I don't drink beer. Even in London, where there is a pub at every corner (one right inside my school in fact!), I refuse to touch ales, stouts or lagers. But then I saw this cake on Valerie's website and was hooked. It's guinness and chocolate cake, people and there is a nutella and cream cheese frosting to go with it.

I still might have given it a miss - buying guinness here means buying at least 4 bottles and what would I do with the rest! But I showed my flatmate the pictures and she showed up the next evening with guinness all purchased and waiting to be turned into a cake.

I made this for a girls' night out and it was a total sell out. The texture is different from your typical cake but the guinness makes it so moist. And the frosting...well, if I wasn't taking this cake out for company, I just might have eaten the whole bowl. It was that good!

Comments

Srimathi said…
You have now moved to London? Awesome with all the fun things happening there in a month or two.
Srivalli said…
How nice Simmi..guess we can overcome certain things if we get end results as this..:0)..hope you have been doing good..
Swathi Iyer said…
Simran,

You cake looks delicious. If you are interested please join me at my first solo event.
http://kitchenswathi.blogspot.com/2012/05/favorite-recipes-event-cake-recipes.html

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