Dios torte, 08.06.14
Happy birthday, Ozz! I’d been planning for, oh, the last 10 months or so to make a Shaun das Schöephfsz cake for his birthday, but he submitted a request late last month that I make a dios torte instead. Challenge accepted!
For those unfamiliar, a dios torte is a Hungarian creature that involves two dozen eggs and a couple tablespoons of whiskey, held together by some ground walnuts, a single tablespoon of flour, and a little cocoa. It’s one of the most absurdly unhealthy things I think I’ve ever made, and that’s saying something coming from a gal with homemade Twix bars and this insanity in her back catalogue.
I’m told it was a success, thanks in part to my not having left any ingredients out (which is his grandmother’s tradition, whether she knows it or not) and giving it nice, thick layers of frosting between the (slightly charred but nothing a little bread knife can’t fix) “cake” layers.
Now if only I could learn to exercise a little restraint on the decorations.
Via Grandma Mathia (no pressure, right?)