Maree was cooking up a storm for the Grand Final (pardon the pun), so I decided to bake a cake – a killer chocolate cake. It would have been a celebratory cake if the Eels had gotten their act together, but as it turned out it was a “let’s drown our sorrows” cake (Thank you very much Melbourne Storm).

Either way, it was a seriously deadly cake containing a full stick of butter and 2 slabs of dark chocolate. I had to give my heart a bit of a tap to make sure it was still working after eating a tiny piece. I think I enjoy making cakes more than I enjoy eating them, or maybe I just suck at making cakes. Haven’t figured that one out yet.