Moist Chocolate Cake

Moist Chocolate Cake

What you need:

Cake:

2 cups all-purpose flour

2 cups white sugar

3/4 cup dark cocoa

2 tsp baking soda

1 tsp baking powder

2 large eggs

1 tsp salt

1 cup buttermilk

1 cup canola oil

1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract

1 cup boiling water

Chocolate Frosting:

1 stick butter

2/3 cup dark cocoa

3 cups powdered sugar

1/3 cup low-fat milk

1 tsp vanilla extract


Equipment and Supplies:

oven (you'll need help from an adult assistant)

bowls — large bowl & medium bowl

rubber spatula

electric mixer

measuring cups and spoons

baking pan (9x13")

What to do:

To make the Cake:

Preheat the oven to 150ºC.

Lightly grease and flour your baking pan.

In a large bowl, add-in the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Mix well to combine.

Crack-in the eggs; and pour-in the buttermilk, canola oil, and vanilla extract.

Mix at medium speed for 1 minute, then pour-in the boiling water.

Continue mixing until well-blended and smooth.

Pour into the baking pan.

Bake in the preheated oven for 1 hour, or until a knife inserted into the middle of the cake comes out clean.

Remove from oven (with help from your adult assistant).

Allow to cool on a wire rack before removing cake from pan.

To make the Chocolate Frosting:

In a medium bowl, melt butter, and stir-in cocoa.

Then, alternately add the powdered sugar and milk; beating to spreading consistency.

Stir-in vanilla. Mix well until smooth.

Frost the cake; Serve and Enjoy!

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The Spider and The Fly

by: Mary Botham Howitt

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