A Saturday Salute



Dunno if there is such a thing in blog-land as a Saturday Salute, but it sounded good to me. At any rate I wanted to give credit where credit is due.


When I left my job with MCSO in Portland they made me a cookbook of sorts. Everyone submitted a recipe, or several recipes, and they colated them into a binder.
I have been working my way through them over the past few years (sorry it is taking so long) and finally have come to one I've wanted to try, but hadn't: Roger's Chocolate Torte Cake. I am sure this is not how it is supposed to look, but I get creative with my interpretations of recipes. Ha. It is laughably easy, though at first to me it sounded hard, and it's really good.
I made one in early Dec to take to our annual church potluck. It looked just as good as this one. The funny thing is that I forgot to put the whipped topping into the filling. Husband says: "Well, I guess we are going with an empty plate then." I said: "Nonsense, they won't know the difference." And I guess they didn't; I took it and CAME HOME with an empty plate.
So here's to Roger and his chocolate cake recipe. Thank you!

Comments

Unknown said…
WOW! Saturday Salute sounds really catchy! Cute cookbook! What a great idea from your former co-workers! So sweet! I was giggling at the "Escapee Cookbook"! Too cute!

The torte looks totally yum too! I think you should come over and make one for us! LOL! Bring your Hubby and the little too!
January 5, 2008 at 11:22 AM
Solomon said…
It looks delicious!
January 5, 2008 at 12:46 PM
Anonymous said…
mmmmmmm :)


jel
January 5, 2008 at 8:25 PM
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