People, I made a cake, the one pictured on the left here, which I pulled from the recipe site.
A Mocha Chiffon Cake with Chocolate Coffee Buttercream Filling.
This is a cake unlike any other cake. Because I made it from scratch, and it lived. And it involved doing arduous things like separating 8 large eggs and whipping the whites into a froth and then folding them, yes, folding them, into the batter. And four layers. Yeah, it was that complex. And, oh, the scrump-diddly-ump-tious-ness.
Where was I?
Oh yes ... If Aunt Bea Taylor knew about this cake, she'd try to steal the recipe so that she could win the Mayberry fair blue ribbon. Note how forlorn she looked in this 1967 pic. That's because Nostradamus had just told her I would someday bake this cake after she could no longer compete.
If Ernest Hemingway wrote about this cake, he would be unable to compose in his stoic, hard-boiled manly writing style. He would turn into Ernie Wordsworth. In fact, few people know how passionate Hemingway actually was about cake: "For a war to be just, three conditions are necessary - public authority, just cause, and one last piece of cake." Apparently, Ernest Ken Lee'd cake.
If cows could digest this cake, they would ask for a 5th stomach so they could have moooooore.
If Josh Groban tasted this cake, he would sing like Little Richard Groban.
That's how good this Mocha Chiffon Cake is:
Did I mention it's a Mocha Chiffon Cake with Chocolate Coffee Buttercream Filling?
If you ever dare spend an entire afternoon of your life baking this cake, don't say I didn't warn you: It's kind of worth an entire afternoon of your life.