(For the record, there is just absolutely no way to photograph prunes and make them look good.)
There are 2 things that I remember most about my 4th grade year.
Most of it I spent hobbling around on crutches, because my left leg was in a cast from my toes up to my hip, and kicking my sister with the heavy cast~~I was a bad sister.
Sorry, kiddo. I know I scarred you for life.
And for almost 2 months we had a substitute teacher named Mrs. Crabtree Crabapple.
I was scared of the old, sour faced, mean substitute who threw erasers at the boys and grumbled long and loudly about my crutches being on the floor.
(Even when they are soaked in French Brandy, they don’t look good)
I just knew that there was something wrong with her.
I think it was the prune juice that she drank every morning.
Now I had never tried prunes (until yesterday) but I instantly knew that there was something totally wrong with them if they make sweet old grandmas act like bitter old women.
9 year olds are smart like that.
And I didn’t want to make this recipe that Lyb of And then I do the dishes picked out for us today’s TWD.
Prunes? In a chocolate cake?
It even got Dorie fired.
But it had chocolate in it, so I had to make it.
Chocolate draws me like a moth to a flame. It can not be resisted.
Internet, this cake is fabulous!
No! Seriously! Fab. U. Lous!!!
Dark, fudgie, rich, and SCORE!… You can’t taste the prunes.
Maybe if Mrs. Crabtree Crabapple had eaten her prunes this way, she would have been much nicer.
I just know it.
Go check out Lyb’s blog.
She has the recipe, and it will make you think new thoughts about prunes.