You probably don’t know this about me, but I’m half Irish. More specifically, half-Northern-Irish. (Ai-rish, as opposed to Oi-rish). Which I suppose just makes me British. Pete says it doesn’t really count, as I’ve never been to Ireland and seem only to mention my affiliation around March. But I think it’s still worth noting. “It’s my heritage,” I told Pete haughtily. Perhaps I should have told him he was oppressing me.
I remember a story about Bill Clinton, who was interviewed during his presidency on St Patrick’s Day. Asked how he was enjoying the celebrations, he replied: “I feel more Irish everyday!” The story mentioned how he punched the air as he said it. That’s the kind of confidence I should be trying to emulate.
Anyway, St Patrick’s Day was
last week ages ago, so in a show of solidarity with my brethren I made some green, boozy cupcakes.
I adapted this recipe from The Goddess Kitchen.
Butter, cocoa, sugar, and Guinness. In the interests of full-disclosure I have to tell you how badly this smelled. Imagine a residential pub at closing time, in the heat of summer, with all the windows shut. It was boozy.
The mixture was incredibly glossy. Like the barnet of a bonny Irish lass.
Sour cream, eggs. This is the meat-and-potatoes part of the recipe.
After a quick whisk with the flour.
I forgot to take pictures of the cakes going into the oven or coming out. So, as if by magic, here they are – already iced. Let’s pretend I had some help from this little guy:
It had to be green. Though the colour-scheme is a bit more Incredible Hulk than Emerald Isle.
After lashings of chocolate decorations, they look a bit merrier.
You can definitely taste the Guinness – but in a nice way. It deepens the taste of the chocolate and makes it richer. The icing is a little bit sickly – though perhaps that’s the green colouring throwing-off my sense of taste.
Easy enough to make, and the addition of Guinness makes them a bit different to regular chocolate cakes.
If you can’t/won’t drink alcohol, these aren’t for you.