Before we found this recipe after my grandmother’s death, there was serious talk of bulldozing her house in hope of finding this recipe, which perhaps was stored in some secret chamber underneath the floorboards.
Looking at this recipe today, it almost makes my heart stop, given its 4 cups of sugar and half cup of shortening for what isn’t that large a cake to begin with.
I am posting this as-is, with no explanation of how to perform the soft ball test or how to know when milk is properly sour. The mice got to this copy and chewed off the word ‘devil,’ and I only slightly pause to wonder why those demonic mice would want to hide the devil’s hand in this concoction.
Here it is, world: The Secret Chocolate Cake Recipe. May God forgive me.