chocolate decadent cake

Day6 As Food
  • Jae: Fried chicken but possibly also boiling crab.
  • Sungjin: I feel like he'd just be a really hearty, filling turkey sandwich.
  • Young K: Ramen, college-student style. Or a really decadent chocolate cake. There is no in between.
  • Wonpil: Marshmallows! And cotton candy.
  • Dowoon: Chicken nuggets. I don't know why but I just feel it in my soul.
MariChat May Day 11: Age Up Marinette

I’d thought that I was being all clever with the birthday thing, but as it turns out, @imthepunchlord beat me to it!  Ah well, great minds think alike, right?  

This is for @ladyofpurple!  I love your work, and I enjoy your comments on mine!  Thank you for both.  :)

Chat Noir was laying back on the lounger, staring at the moon, and pretending to be calm.  He’d known it was too early, that Marinette would still be busy with her family downstairs, but he’d been too excited to wait at home.  As it turned out, waiting on her balcony had been only marginally better.

He heard voices outside the bakery below him, and he popped up to peer over the railing.  Alya was leaving!  Finally!  Marinette would have to come up soon, then, right?  He turned back to watch the skylight anxiously, and sure enough, her lights flipped on only a few minutes later.  He blinked in the bright light, and when he could see again, he tapped gently on the glass to draw her attention.  She waved him in with a smile, but he shook his head, and beckoned for her to join him, instead.

She raised her brows in an expression of curiosity, but climbed up to her bed and then out through her skylight without hesitation.  “Hi, kitty,” she said as her head came up through the door.  “What are you doing here, so late?”

He took her hand to help pull her up, and when they stood, they were very close together.  Chat cleared his throat and took a step back.   “I came to wish my Princess a happy birthday,” he replied with a nervous smile.

“Oh!  Thank you, Chaton.  But how did you know it’s my birthday?”

“A cat has his ways,” he smirked.

“You saw my shout-out on the LadyBlog, didn’t you,” she deadpanned.

“Totally.”  Not really, he thought, but we’ll go with that.

“Mangy cat.”  She flicked his bell affectionately.

He smiled again, recognizing her comment for the endearment it was, and began turning the ring on his finger.  “Hey, um, you’re not afraid of heights, are you?”

“No, why?”

“I have something for you, and—”

“Chat, you didn’t need to get me anything!”

“I didn’t, not really.”  He shifted his weight anxiously, and scratched at the nape of his neck.  “Okay, maybe I did.   It’s a surprise.  But it’s not here, and I was hoping that you’d…let me carry you?”

“Carry me?” she asked, cocking her head curiously.  “Where?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

“Is it a nice surprise?”

“I hope so.”

“All right, then.”

Chat Noir grinned delightedly, and swept her up against him.  “Put your arms around my neck, Princess, and hold on tight!”  He pulled his baton from his back and extended it in one fluid motion, launching them into the night sky.  She gasped and squealed, and her arms clutched him still tighter, but a quick glance at her face showed that she was laughing.  Her joy in the experience was obvious, and it bled into him. In seeing it through her eyes, he was able to appreciate the exhilaration of leaping over the rooftops of Paris like it was new for him, too.

It took only a few minutes to reach the Eiffel Tower by baton, and in spite of being excited for the next stage of his surprise, he hated that it had gone so quickly.  It had felt good to hold her like that; when he set her on her feet, he had to smother the impulse to pull her back to him.  Instead he went around to the side to collect the treasures he’d stashed there earlier, and then followed her to the railing of the observation deck.  He leaned his hip against it, watching her face as she looked out over the city.

“It’s so beautiful up here, Chat.”

“Hmmm.  I’ve always loved the Tower, but I never truly appreciated it until I got to experience it like this.  I wanted to share it with you.”

She turned, opening her mouth to speak, but she her words died when she saw his offering.  He held a decadent chocolate miniature cake on a plate, with a single pink candle perched in the middle.  As she watched, he pulled a small lighter from one of his zippered pockets, and lit the wick.  Its glow sprung up between them, lighting her surprised face with warmth.

“Happy seventeenth birthday, Princess.”

She looked from the candle to his face with shining eyes.  “Chat, I-I don’t know what to say.  This is wonderful, thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured.  Then he leaned toward her a bit more, and whispered.  “Perhaps you should blow out the candle, so we can share the cake?”

“Oh!  Of course.”  She extinguished the candle with a puff of air, and plucked it out to lick the frosting from the end.  “Mmm, frosting is the best.”

He chuckled, and passed the plate to her.  “Here, hold this, so I can get the forks out of the box.”  He grabbed the box from where it sat partially hidden in a corner, and returned to sit next to Marinette.   “Shall we?”

She giggled and sat next to him, and they spent the next several minutes quietly enjoying the wonder of a well-made cake.  When they were done, he tucked the plate and forks back into the plastic box, palming the only item in there that they hadn’t touched yet.  A bubble of nervousness worked its way through his stomach.  Would she like it?

She leaned her head on his shoulder comfortably.  “We probably should not have eaten that whole cake, but it was too good to stop.”

“It really was.”

She sighed happily.  “Thank you, so much, Chat.  This was a wonderful surprise.”

“Actually, I do have one more surprise for you, Marinette.”

She straightened to look at him.  “Another one?  But you already—”

“This was a party,” he explained, with a vague wave to encompass both the Tower and the remnants of the cake.  “And what’s a birthday party without gifts?”

He held out a small black jeweler’s box, free of any decoration or logo, and frowned at it.  “I should have wrapped it.”

Marinette shook her head.  “No, you shouldn’t have gotten it at all.  This is too much, Chat!”

“But I did, so you might as well open it.”  He held it closer to her and wiggled it, making the contents shift slightly. “You know you want to,” he sing-songed.

She took the box with a laugh, and opened it to reveal the charm bracelet inside.  It was white gold, and carried only two charms: a dainty paw print, and a tiny tiara.  Her laugh faded as she frowned into the box, and Chat began to panic.  Did she hate it?

“Oh, Chat, it’s beautiful and I love it, but I can’t accept it.  It really is just too much!”

“I insist, Marinette.  It’s for you.”


“I’ll just leave it on your balcony later if you don’t take it now.”

“You stubborn cat,” she sighed, and he knew he had won.

(Don’t worry, he had the cake and such stored in an air-tight plastic container while he went to collect Marinette.  But don’t ask me how he got it up there without messing up the cake.  That cat’s got skills.)

usha [ jin ]

verb : to enjoy looking at the opposite other ; appreciate their beauty by staring.

knock knock. who’s there? two idiots who are in love with each other.

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre: fluff
type: hogwarts au
word count: 2,380 words
warnings: none
author’s note: it’s been over two months since i had last written anything, and last night, i was reminded again of how intrinsically rewarding and absolutely wonderful writing is after talking to @jheartseok, so thank you again, ave ♡ this is based on bits of my own dreams and how i see #seokfie aka @syubits and jin in a hogwarts au ily elfie even though i know you love jimin most but you refuse to admit it still

As one of the Hufflepuff prefects, you are making your rounds around the basement floor in the hallway opposite from your house’s entrance. You had passed the barrel fifteen minutes ago, now strolling down the kitchens corridor. It is quiet, which is the usual noise level down here. Hufflepuff students tend to stick to curfew hours more so than other houses, so you rarely find them sneaking out. Any clamor made by the house elves in the kitchens is sealed away behind the massive painting of the fruit bowl. You have not seen The Gray Lady floating by, so you assume she is haunting a place elsewhere tonight.

 A soft melody stuck in your head, you hum quietly and loosely hold your wand in hand, rhythmically tapping the tip of it against the side of your thigh as you continue your stroll. Suddenly, the edge of a heavy metal painting frame makes its way into your peripheral vision, and you quickly scamper away before you can suffer from a possible concussion, or a future visible bump on the forehead at the very least. 

Your eyes are met with the outer corner portion of an ebony cloak first, then the golden lining stitched inside of it, and finally, the rather handsome side profile of the perpetrator is brought into view. Moments later, you can clearly see the man you caught red handed, who is still hastily attempting to shove something beneath his robe—Merlin’s beard, is that a two layer, frosted, decadent chocolate fudge cake with all the works?

“Seokjin, what the heck?”

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It’s Okay

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader based on the movie P.S. I Love You. Instead of the woman receiving the letters, it’s Spencer, after his wife died in the field. She wrote letters to him in the event that she died so that he would be able to move on with his life. @coveofmemories


“Kid,” Morgan said as he knocked on the door. “I know how you feel, but you have to let us in some time. We’re here when you need us.” Two weeks ago, just weeks before her 34th birthday and his 37th, Spencer’s wife, Y/N had been shot and killed in the field. He hadn’t left the apartment since.

Since that night in the hospital, when he’d seen the light leave her eyes, his life hadn’t returned. Ever since, he felt numb. Walking around the apartment in a daze. The first night, he’d cried his eyes out, and since, he couldn’t cry anymore. It had been days since he showered - his hair greasy and falling over in his face. He knew he couldn’t stay in his apartment forever, but he still couldn’t get himself to leave. Instead, he clutched their wedding picture in his hands. In however many years he had left on this earth, he’d never forget how beautiful she looked that day, and every day since. As he went to lie down, a drop of water fell on the frame - he thought he couldn’t cry anymore.


Ten days later, it was Y/N’s birthday. The day before, Spencer had been feeling like he might want to get outside, but when he remembered it was Y/N’s birthday, he collapsed in the middle of the floor and sobbed for hours, ending any possibility of him going out that day. 

Only four days later, it was Spencer’s birthday.

Knock. Knock.

“Kid,” Morgan said from outside the door, “Everyone is here and we wanna take you out for your birthday. Open up.” Thankfully, Spencer had showered that morning, which was a good thing because he had absolutely no desire to do it right now. Without saying a word, he let everyone into the apartment and went to his room to get changed, coming out in a pair of jeans, muted red t-shirt and a black blazer. 

After they sat down at the table, the team attempted to get Spencer to talk. He said a few words here and there, but not much else. When the employees at the restaurant came over, cake in hand and singing happy birthday, Spencer began to cry. Along with Todd, one of his and Y/N’s friends at the restaurant, came a letter from him to Spencer.

“What is this?” Spencer asked, confused at the piece of paper in Todd’s hand.

“Just take it,” he replied. “I was supposed to give it to you if Y/N ever passed away.”

A tear slipped from his eye onto the paper in his hand as he opened it. “What does it say?” Garcia asked misty-eyed. He read aloud.

My dearest Spencer,

We’ve been together since we were kids. Started as best friends, awkwardly got together at 16, joined the Bureau and started a beautiful life together. If you’re reading this, it’s because I’m no longer there. That’s what this letter, and future ones, will be for - to help you move on in the wake of my passing. I know you, and I know that you’ll be devastated over my loss. I am pretty awesome, so I understand, but you’re too young to let my loss derail your entire life. Tonight, I imagine you’re out with everyone. Send them my love. Anyway, I want you to enjoy a piece of that cake we had when we first moved to DC - you know, the unbelievably decadent chocolate layer cake that gave me a foodgasm a la When Harry Met Sally? I want you to eat that. If not for you, then for me. Damn I want that cake now. After that, I want you and everyone else to go to the park a take a walk around the lake. Look around, take some solace under one of the big oak trees, and know I’m right there with you. 

I know your brain and I know you’re going to try and figure out when your next letter is coming, but don’t. It will ruin the spontaneity and that’s the point of this - get you out of that beautiful head of yours. Not in it.

It’s okay to grieve, and it’s okay to move on.

I love you, 


Folding the letter carefully so as not to damage it, Spencer put it in his pocket, but not before quite a few tears fell onto the worn parchment. Without ordering, Todd brought him a piece of cake, and with the slightest smile, he took a bite, bringing to mind the way Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when she’d taken her first taste.

“Ready to go to the park?” Hotch asked, after they paid the bill. Spencer looked at his friends with guilt, like they didn’t need to go with him, but Hotch read his mind. “Of course we’re going with you.” As they stood up from the table, Hotch clapped him on the back. “We’ll always be with you.”


A month later, Spencer had been back to work, but he was by no means okay. Every day, he woke up and for a split second, he felt that she wasn’t gone; he felt like he could breathe again. It would always feel like she was right next to him, but when he’d turn to the side, she wouldn’t be there.

It was the weekend. The team wanted him to go out, get out of the apartment. For the past week or so he’d been isolating himself again, but he had no desire to get out. All of a sudden, he heard a knock at the door.

“Spencer,” he heard from outside the door. It sounded a lot like Y/N, just older. His mother-in-law?

“Mom?” he called as he opened the door. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m here to give you this,” she said, handing him an envelope. “Call me after you read it, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mom,” he cracked. “I’ll talk to you later.”

As he returned to the couch, he opened the envelope. 

My forever love,

My second letter. Brought to you by my mother. Since we were kids, she hoped we’d be together. Well, she got her wish. Although she didn’t want to think about the possibility, I insisted she hold my second letter for you. Remember how we always talked about going to Italy one day? I wanted to get in touch with my roots? Well, you’re going. With my mom and dad. They’re going to introduce you to the land of my relatives and because I’m always with you, I’ll be able to go there too. If you haven’t seen it already, inside the envelope is a plane ticket. My mom actually put it there, probably recently, but you know what I mean. I need you to go. I need you to realize that it is okay to do things that remind you of me without feeling guilty about it. I want you to go. Take some time off. Tell Hotch the order was from me, I don’t think he’ll disobey my wishes lest I haunt him from beyond the grave. When you get over there, have some lemon gelato for me. I’ve always wanted to try it. Remember, no matter where you go, I’ll be there and my parents will always love you. Have fun and remember…

It’s okay to grieve and it’s okay to move on.

I love you,


At Y/N’s behest, Spencer walked into work the next day and asked for two weeks off. When he asked why, Spencer showed him the letter. “She’s right,” he said, “I wouldn’t want her to haunt me from the grave - and I know she would.”

That Friday, he was on the plane to Italy with his mother and father-in-law, and as soon as they touched the ground, the headed to the gelato shop next to the hotel. The fresh, cold lemon taste coated his tongue, bringing a smile to his face as he thought of what Y/N would’ve thought. Foodgasm came to mind.


Upon his return home, Spencer returned to work with pictures and stories of his late wife’s homeland. “So how are you feeling?” Morgan asked as he rifled through the pictures. “How’re you in-laws?”

“They’re pretty okay actually. They miss her, as we all do, but they also know she wouldn’t want anyone wallowing in sadness, so they do their best to move past it. Frankly, they are better at it than I am,” Spencer replied. “As for me…I still need time. I don’t know how long it’s going to be before I can look at her picture without my heart dropping. Maybe it never will, but I need time.”


Week after week went by until it had been almost three months since his last letter, when all of a sudden it came to him. This time, courtesy of JJ. “Hey, Spence. This is from Y/N. I have no idea what it says, but she told me, you might need us after this one, so do you want me to stay while you read it?” He shook his head, inviting her into the apartment as he unfolded the letter, staring at his love’s familiar handwriting. Again, he read it aloud for JJ to hear.

Hi honey,

If I know you, and after nearly 30 years together, as friends and lovers, I think I do, your spirits picked up a bit after the last letter, but our anniversary is in a few weeks and I wanted this to be done before then, when your mood will undoubtedly dip down again…

For a second, he turned away from the letter, laughing at how well his wife knew him. 

That’s why this letter came now. I know you. You know sitting around my things isn’t healthy for you. Sure, there are things you’ll always want to keep, but my clothes? My crap jewelry? The painting on the wall that I love and you hate? There’s no need for these things to remain holding you down. I’m gone. Keep my wedding dress. Keep our childhood pictures together. Keep my good jewelry (if for no other reason than to hock that shit if you ever need money), but don’t keep the unnecessary garbage, just because it’s mine. That’s why I asked JJ to stay - and to have everyone else on call. I know it’s going to be difficult to throw out my things, but they’ll be there to help you, and it needs to be done. I’ll always be with you, whenever you need me. 

Remember…It’s okay to grieve and it’s okay to move on.

I love you,


“Tomorrow?” Spence asked as he turned to JJ.

She got up from the couch, kissing his forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow. With everyone else in tow.”


The next day, JJ, Morgan, Garcia, Emily, Hotch and Rossi all showed up at Spencer’s door, ready to help in any way they could. When he agreed to this, it was because he had just read the letter and wanted to do what she’d asked of him, but now, seeing them in his apartment, Spencer nearly broke down. He couldn’t do this, could he? Get rid of the remnants of the life they once lived?

However, silently, they made their way into the apartment and over the next couple of hours, they put her clothes into donation bags, her fake jewelry in the garbage, and that painting he hated off the wall. As they were saying goodbye, Spencer panicked, unable (or so he thought) to let go of the past. He collapsed into Morgan’s shoulder, sobbing, but no one left - and no one said a word. After the tears had dried, they took her things with them and when the door closed, somehow, he felt lighter.


In less than a month, it would be a year since she’d passed. Every day was a little bit better than the last. He still saw his in-laws all the time - and every day he still grieved, but it was getting better. Months upon months had passed between the letters this time, but this time, he found the letter himself.

My Predictable Husband,

You’re looking in the wedding album, aren’t you? Haven’t been able to since my funeral? This will be my last letter. My first memory of you was when we were four and you were pushing me on the swing. In my own four-year-old way, I knew I loved you then. Over the next 30 years, you were my best friend, my confidant and the absolute love of my life. It was an honor to have been your wife - to spend what little time I had with you. I was who I was because you loved me and for that I will always love you. My last wish for you is this…don’t close yourself off to the idea of love again. One day, some lucky lady will come across the beautiful BAU doctor and fall in love with his smiling eyes and fluffy hair. Let her in. I want you to be happy and if you find someone else that makes you happy, take that chance and run with it - and know I’ll be there cheering you on.

Keep these letters. Re-read them occasionally, but don’t let our memories hold you down - let them lift you up to higher places. Remember…

It’s okay to grieve, even years down the road, and it’s okay that you’re moving on.

I love you always,


As he turned the paper over, reading the last words she’d ever say to him, he sobbed, crying out in the middle of the room and looking up to the ceiling. Instead of talking to her, he picked up a pen, writing back.

My beautiful, perfect, forever love,

One day, I may fall in love again, but not now. For now, I’ll focus on other kinds of love. Familial, platonic, love of nature. I’ll take in the beauty of the world because you’d want me to and eventually I’ll start to see it again. I was a better man because of you and I have been honored to be your husband. When you died, a piece of me died too, but you brought me back from the brink of insanity and for that I will always love you. You took the time to write to me, so I’ll keep you updated. No matter where I go, who I’m with…just please don’t leave. I hope to feel your presence around me until my dying breath. I’ll write soon.

I’m starting to move passed it, however I’m not quite there yet. Thank you for convincing me it’ll be okay.

I’ll always love you,


I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Summary: Bucky Promised he’d be home for Christmas, but a mission is taking longer than expected. Will he make it home in time? 

Word Count: 1,749

A/N: I couldn’t resist writing this little fic for all you lovelies. I hope each and every one of you has a wonderful holiday and an even better new year. Happy Holidays, everyone <3

Originally posted by forever-winter-wonderland

“I promise, Y/N, doll. I’ll be home for Christmas.” Bucky’s voice was soft, soothing as he wrapped you in a tight embrace, peppering kisses over your face in an attempt to distract you from your worries.

“But what if something happens? What if you get hurt? Or the mission takes longer than expected? Or…w-what if -“

Bucky interrupted you, shaking his head. “Don’t even think of finishing that sentence. Nothing’s going to happen, doll. This is a routine mission. We’ll be in and out. We’ll be back in no time, babygirl, you’ll see.”

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We Made Her

Based om this imagine found at @imaginexhobbit

Fili x Reader

Warnings: Some pregnancy stuff.

Word count: 1,321

It wasn’t until after he had left for Erebor that you had realized that Fili had left you with much more than an ardent promise to return and a kiss goodbye.

You have never been one for tears and, thus, it had surprised you the amount of time you spent crying, usually over something that hardly warranted the reaction. One afternoon, on an outing with his mother, Dis, you had found yourself ill but by the time you had arrived back home, nothing in the world mattered as much as getting to the kitchens to fetch a slice of their most decadent chocolate cake with a side of their saltiest cheese. As soon as the words had passed your lips, a funny expression stole over her face.

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Tai Pei Dao: Dim Sum Heaven Hidden in Downtown Dubai

I’ve been tricked, I’ve been fooled and I’ve been faked. That’s what happened to me in my search for an authentic dimsum place in Dubai. Then one day as I was scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, I saw an ad of an Unlimited Dimsum offer, read all the nice reviews on their page and it’s only down in across Bat Square a few minutes from where I work.

So one weekend, off I went.

Tai Pei Dao is quaint corner restaurant in Downtown Dubai, elegantly decorated with Traditional Chinese decor. As you enter, you’re greeted by courteous staff. First thing you’ll see is the little corner right by the bar where you can be witness a traditional Taiwanese tea ceremony. (Never had the chance to see one tho, but would love to when I go back)

We availed their Unli-Dimsum Promotion (115Dhs with Tea / 90Dhs without). The waitress recommended the Oriental beauty tea spring onion Pancake (quite a mouthful to say) and two of each steamed dimsums so we know what to order for the rest of our visit.

We were first served Oolong tea while we wait for our meals to arrive. Tea served has a full bodied taste, which i thought would be a great palate cleanser after every serving.

I suggest ordering in advance for your next selection when your dimsums arrive at your table because the waiter said that they make it fresh in their kitchen so it will take some time before your order comes out. Nevertheless it was worth the wait.

We enjoyed everything we ordered, the staff would recommend which sauce goes with which one and often they would give you their personal prefference since there’s a variety of dimsums that you could choose from. If you’re unfamiliar with the cuicine you can always try the classic, the chicken siu-mai. Dip it in soy sauce and chili, it’s just the best darn thing you’ll ever taste.

We ended up trying everything in the menu except for the ones that were unavailable like the Tun ting oolong beef wrap and the chin hsuan tea seafood rolled in  tofu skin

And for desserts, we had the classic Sesame ball which I’m a total fan off. It was crunchy on the outside smooth with delicious red bean paste on the inside. We also had the Red bean cake which is equally as appealing as the sesame ball.

The pièce de résistance of the whole visit was their Organic chocolate Lava cake. Decadent but not too sweet. And there we ended on a sweet note.

Would definitely come back for more and prior to this write up, I did go back for more.

It was such a lovely place with really accommodating staff but the best part of this place was of course the food.

Tai Pei Dao is located at Downtown Dubai › Southridge Tower 4, Downtown Dubai, Dubai

Anonymous requested: Can you write a story where Sheldon presents Amy with a new relationship agreement. Amy is upset at first and refuses to look at it, but Sheldon begs her to see it. It’s only one page and the only agreement on it is that they agree to love each other forever. Amy looks at Sheldon, and he’s on one knee with the ring. Thanks!

Amy had been wondering if Sheldon was finally going to propose to her.  She knew it was coming soon, and he asked her out for a very special dinner. He even said he had something very important to ask her.  Amy knew in her heart that she would say yes.  She even bought a couple bridal magazines during her lunch hour.

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To Mr. Darcy, with Love (Jin, OC) Scenario
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A reply to the short scenarioI Missed You, Most Ardently” by victoiredelacoure

OC- Kaye

Seokjin returned to their dorm feeling exhausted as hell. 

Their schedule was packed for the day, literally taking up all of his energy and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to crawl into his bed and sleep the night away like a babe. 

Hyung!” Jungkook hollered from the living room as Jin was just about to enter the bedroom. “What?”

“What’s for dinner?”

“We just ate!” He exclaimed then sighed. “But if you’re really hungry there’s leftovers in the fridge.”

“Thanks!” Jungkook yelled back just as a loud crash, like pots and pans falling to the ground, sounded.

“Yah! What was that?!” He yelled worriedly with his hand on the knob, hoping it wasn’t so serious that he has to–

“Just Taehyung hyung!”

Sh*t, Jin muttered before dragging himself towards the kitchen to fix whatever the alien has done. 

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Nerd Recipes: Divergent's Dauntless Chocolate Cake

Welcome to the last installment of our Divergent recipe series! Hopefully by now you’ve seen the film – would love to hear your (non-spoilery) thoughts in the comments. Now you’ve got everything you need to host a Divergent-themed book club or film viewing party – including a chocolate cake!

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Warning: Mild spoilers ahead!

In the Divergent series, future Chicago has divided the population into five factions, each with the emphasis on a personality trait: caring, honesty, intelligence, courage and kindness.

In the first book, during the “Choosing Ceremony” the main character Beatrice decides to defect from the faction she was raised in, selfless Abnegation, to join the brave Dauntless. Two weeks into her Dauntless initiation, her mother comes on family visiting day (this entire scene is quite a bit different in the film).

After a somewhat confusing conversation, Mrs. Prior stops before leaving. Here’s what we learn:

“‘Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It’s delicious.; … I stand alone in the blue light coming from the lamp above me, and I understand: She had been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process.

My mother was Dauntless.”

The deliciousness of Dauntless’ cake is mentioned a few more times throughout the series, so it only seemed fitting to serve up a rich chocolate cake with decadent chocolate frosting.

DAUNTLESS CHOCOLATE CAKE (Adapted from Ina Garten)
Note: You can split the batter into either two or three 8-inch cake pans. For two fatter layers, cook slightly longer (35-40 mins), for three skinnier layers, bake for about 30-32 mins. You do not need a stand mixer for this recipe (though, it makes things a bit quicker).

Cake Ingredients:

  • 1 ¾ cup all purpose flour
  • 2 cups sugar
  • ⅔ cup cocoa powder (the good stuff)
  • 2 tsp baking soda
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 eggs
  • ½ cup vegetable oil
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 cup coffee, slightly cooled

Let’s Make Cake:

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

2. Prepare two or three 8-inch cake pans. Spray with oil, then press a circle of parchment into the bottom, spray again, then dust each with flour. Set aside.

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3. In the bowl of a stand mixer (or a large mixing bowl), sift together the dry ingredients.

4. In a separate bowl, whisk together the buttermilk, eggs, and oil. Slowly pour into the dry ingredients with the mixer on low.

5. Stir in the vanilla and coffee until just combined, then split evenly among the prepared cake pans.

6. Bake at 350 F for 30-35 minutes (on the lower end for three layers, up to 40 mins. for two layers).

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7. Cool 10 minutes in the cake pans, then turn out onto wire racks. Let sit for at least 2 hours but up to overnight to cool completely.

Frosting Ingredients:

  • 1 stick butter, melted
  • ⅔ cup cocoa powder
  • 2 tsp vanilla
  • ¼ cup plus 1-2 TBS milk or half and half
  • 4-5 cups powdered sugar

Let’s Make that Rich Chocolate Frosting:

1. Stir the cocoa into the melted butter to make a fudgey base.

2. Mix in the vanilla and milk until completely combined. 

3. With stand mixer on low, whisk in powdered sugar one cup at a time.

4. Turn mixer up to medium high and whisk for 3-4 minutes until ingredients are fully incorporated. You may need to add the additional milk one TBS at a time. The final consistency should be fluffy and spreadable.

5. Place a cake board on your cake stand (or use a spinning cake pedestal). Drop a dollop of frosting in the center of the cake board. This will help the cake adhere to the board.

6. Carefully remove the parchment from the bottom of the first layer. This cake is very moist and it will try to fall apart on you. For best results, wrap the cake in plastic and freeze slightly. Otherwise just be gentle.

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7. Place the first layer flat side up in the center of the cake board. Use an offset spatula to cover the top of the layer with frosting, then add the next layer (also flat side up). Repeat and add the third layer.

8. Switch to a flat spatula, and begin frosting the sides gently. Be careful not to pick up crumbs that will get stuck in the icing. You can also start with a very thin layer, freeze for 30-45 mins, then add a second coat.

9. Smooth the icing on the top of the third layer with the offset spatula and remove any excess.

10. Serve and enjoy!

Recipe by Emma Carew Grovum. She is the web and social media editor for Foreign Policy magazine and uses her newsroom colleagues as taste testers. Emma has previously worked for the Chronicle of Philanthropy, Webbmedia Group, The Cooking Club of America and the Minneapolis Star Tribune. She loves Star Wars, pandas and all things Joss Whedon. Find her on twitter at @emmacarew.