This stunner of a cake was made for a friend’s Mexican-themed birthday. I was asked to provide a Mexican themed cake. I never need an excuse to bake, so I happily obliged.
I did some research and found authentic Mexican cakes were either too complex for my liking, or used ingredients I didn’t have on hand…so I sort of made one up. There was a touch of cinnamon in the recipe which gave the chocolate a gorgeous warmth. The crumb reached that perfect equilibrium of moistness and crumbliness. It was big enough to share around the large gathering, and the icing was absolutely divine; it looked effortlessly (and deliciously) dripped without excessive effort.
I hope you’ve noticed that I’m talking about this beauty in the past tense by now.
Because I’ve lost it. Not the cake, that was eaten within minutes, the recipe. This recipe which I was super excited to share. And have been promising since Saturday. I even promised it as recently as two hours ago, when I was blissfully unaware that I’d lost it. And the recipe for the icing as well, which was so good that I wanted to shout about it from the roof tops…gone.
The Boy and I moved house this weekend and it was a mammoth task. We have things everywhere. EVERYWHERE. And the recipe for this little beauty is in there somewhere. I just don’t know where.
Insert crying face emoji here.
So this post is a no recipe kind of post. Consider it a mourning. Alas, poor Mexican bundt, you were too delicious for this world. All we have left of you are mouth-watering photos.
(If I ever do find the recipe, once all of my stuff is out of boxes, I’ll promise to post it.)