Its so safe floating in the glass

While above all your troubles pass.

Worked from home today on some programming issues for some clients, so I figured what better then to make a cake. Well sort of. Let me explain.

In my family anything and everything dessert pretty much revolves around the Italian pastry Baba rum cakes. Over the years “Baba” has pretty much become an adjective for any dessert of any kind. Often my father would reply in regards to someone asking about what was for dinner,  “To hell with dinner do we even have any Baba?” Roughly translated to who cares about dinner do we have dessert?

What does this have to do with what I am about to show and tell today? Nothing, other then I found myself in the kitchen this morning wondering about what I was going to eat for dinner. I caught myself thinking to hell with dinner, what do I have for dessert or more accurately “shit I have no Baba!”

I have become my father.

Now some people may not want to admit to becoming one of their parents. I think we all start out this way. Maybe some people have bad parents and truly never want to become what they are or were, but I think some genetic material is going to flow through and good or bad you’re going to display some of the same traits as your parents.

I am not too worried about it. My father was tough on me and my brothers growing up, and certainly not perfect. He showed us it was ok to make mistakes or wrong decisions, but you stand up and take it like a man and move on. So becoming like my father isn’t so bad, I could do a hell of a lot worse.

Folks, I made some “Baba” as it were. Oreo Cake.

I found this recipe on Serious Eats by a rather neat woman named Yvonne Ruperti. I had everything on hand and it was easy. You need a couple hours start to finish between cooking, cooling, and then chilling it down but I am convinced if you can follow the simplest instructions or say crop dust the sales department in the cube farm without ruining your shorts you can make this cake.

I stayed true to the recipe (provided in the recipe section) as published and what you see here is the end result. This is nothing more then a simple chocolate cake, crushed up Oreo cookies, and whipped cream.

Now I have some Baba for tonight. What I am eating for dinner is still a damn mystery. As I think about it, screw it. This is dinner. Diabetic shock and comma here I come.