My obsession with this dessert began many years ago. I was still living in Warsaw and we had this cafe where my mother, brother and me would have breakfast together. Said breakfast consisted of a glass of orange juice, a pot of tea (oh how I miss tea served in a pot in the Netherlands!) a club sandwich with I think ham, cheese, cucumber and tomato and a slice of Charleston.
I can’t believe there was a time that I didn’t know about the existence of this heavenly cake. Soon, the sandwich was forgotten because it meant eating less cake.
What is Charleston, you may ask? In a restaurant in Canada I learned that it has another name: Death by Chocolate. I guess this is a much more fitting name. And I was reminded of that cake in the cafe and became obssessed with finding a recipe. I did and I made it and out came perfection.
This is by far the most chocolatey thing I’ve ever had. It is rich, not to sweet, simply perfect. It is in fact so rich that when I brought it to a party, many people didn’t touch it because it was too much.
Find the recipe at the European Mama.