Actually, I was writing.
But this was more fun.
Nestled in the northern half of the cake is a cup of chocolate chips for my wife, who would probably drop a few into tuna salad if it didn’t send me summoning a divorce lawyer.
[Ssssshhh, don’t tell her I poured in a little molasses with the buttermilk mixture.]
This has been one of our go-to recipes for close to two decades.
There is nothing more comforting on a December Sunday afternoon than hot coffee with this decadent departure from ‘store-bought’.