Sour Cream Fudge Cake

This cake is rich, moist, and chocolaty. I recently baked this Sour Cream Fudge Cake for a special occasion, filling it with Nutella and frosting it with vanilla butter cream icing. Everyone loved it! Give it a try.

Sour Cream Fudge Cake

Ingredients

Sour Cream Fudge Cake

For the cake:

  • 1 2/3 cups all purpose flour
  • 1 1/2 cups sugar
  • 2/3 cup cocoa
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1/2 cup vegetable oil
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla

For the filling:

  • 1/2 cup Nutella

For the butter cream frosting:

  • 1 stick butter
  • 3 cups confectioner sugar
  • 2 tablespoons sour cream
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla

Instructions

  1. Heat oven to 350°. Spray two 8 or 9 inch round pans with cooking spray.
  2. In a large bowl, beat together the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, salt, sour cream, milk, oil, eggs, and vanilla until combined, scraping the bowl occasionally, about 3 minute. Pour evenly into pans.
  3. Bake until wooden pick inserted into center comes out clean, about 28 to 32 min. Allow to rest for 15 minutes. Remove from pans and place on wire rack. Cool completely! If you don’t let the cake cool before assembling it, the Nutella will melt and you’ll have a mess on your hands.
  4. For the frosting: Beat the butter with electric mixing until fluffy. Add confectioner sugar, sour cream, and vanilla, and beat until combined, fluffy, and of spreading consistency.
  5. Place one cake layer on a plate. Spread Nutella over it. Top with second layer, and then cover sides and top with butter cream frosting.

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About the book:

“Mom, get a life!”

Her teenage daughter’s words are daunting. True, struggling single mom Julia Jones hasn’t had a date in over a decade, but she could still catch a man–if she needed to! So Julia, who claims not to want a husband, finds herself entangled in a fake romance.

Ryan Shane is tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome. And he just so happens to need a no-strings date himself. Their plan is perfectly thought out. Until a conveniently staged good-night kiss turns into very inconvenient passion…

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Toe-Curling Blueberry Muffins #Recipe @DonnaFaz

Toe-Curling Blueberry MuffinBecause September has arrived with its cooler temperatures, we can turn on the oven and begin baking again. (Baking is a favorite pastime of mine!) I’m using this recipe for Toe-Curling Blueberry Muffins in a new novella I am currently writing. The recipe will be included in the book, but I just couldn’t wait so I’m posting it here. Blueberry muffins with crumble topping are my favorite. These are easy to make. If you decide to give this recipe a try, I hope you’ll let me know if they make your toes curl!

Toe-Curling Blueberry Muffins

Makes 8 large muffins

For the muffin batter:

1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
3/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup milk
1 egg
1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries

For the topping:

1/2 cup sugar
1/3 cup all purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
4 tablespoons butter, softened

  1. Preheat oven to 400° F. Prepare muffin pan by spraying with cooking spray.
  2. To make muffin batter: combine flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. In a separate bowl, combine the oil, milk, and egg. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and stir just until all the dry ingredients are incorporated. Do not over mix. Gently stir in the blueberry just until they are well distributed. Do not mash the fruit.
  3. To make topping: in a small bowl, stir together the sugar, flour, and cinnamon. Add the softened butter and stir with a fork until all ingredients are combined. Topping will be crumbly.
  4. Fill the muffing tins to the top with batter and top each muffin with a heaping tablespoon of topping. Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until a wooden pick inserted in the muffins comes out clean.

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Chapter 1 Excerpt – 2016 Love, Christmas – Grown Up Christmas List by @DonnaFaz #mgtab

Welcome to Authors’ Billboard and the Sneak Peek at my contribution to the Love, Christmas bundle. Love, Christmas will launch this fall, just a few short months from now. Grown Up Christmas List will be dedicated to reader Leann Griffiths. Congrats, Leann, for winning the Authors’ Billboard Love, Christmas Rafflecopter! I want to send out a huge thank you to the thousands of readers who entered. And now, on to the Sneak Peek:

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GROWN UP CHRISTMAS LIST

Excerpt from Chapter One

Lively strains of Christmas music floated from somewhere in the rafters as Dina Griffin let her gaze rove over the rows of shampoo bottles lining the shelf. Lemon yellow, bright purple, jarring chartreuse, the plastic containers came in a rainbow of colors, each competing to catch the eye of shoppers. There were products that guaranteed help for damaged split ends; others promising shine and curl; and still others offering to clarify, volumize, or medicate. The abundance of choices astonished her. And to think, all she’d ever expected from her shampoo was clean hair. It wasn’t as if she’d never been shopping, but her busy life usually had her running in, snapping up her tried-and-true bargain brand, and going on her way. Studying the bottles closer, she read phrases like moisture milk, herbal escapes, essential oils, vitamin-laced, and tea therapy.

Tea therapy?

A few steps further brought her to the matching conditioners, also in a mind-boggling, kaleidoscopic variety. Then came the specialty shampoos for dandruff and hair loss and itchy, scaly scalp conditions. And nits.

Lice. Ew.

Dina shivered inside her bulky winter coat as she ambled along, feigning great interest in the items on display.

She reached the end of the aisle, and just as she stepped out to make her way around the shelving unit, the electronic doors at the front of the store slid open, drawing her attention.

A cop entered the pharmacy, and adrenaline shot through Dina like a high voltage jolt. Perspiration broke out on the back of her neck and her heart began to thud. She turned her head away, dipping both her chin and her gaze as she sunk back as far as possible into her wide-brimmed hood. Mustering a calm nonchalance she certainly did not feel, she skirted the tall, end cap display of hard pretzels and slipped into the neighboring aisle. She stopped halfway down and perused the first-aid section with enough focus to lead anyone who might notice her to think her life depended on finding the perfect band-aid.

The officer wasn’t here for her. He wasn’t. He couldn’t possibly know she’d run from the police in Baltimore. He couldn’t.

Dina dared not chance looking behind her, but her stomach sank when she sensed someone approaching. As the person got closer, she could feel the mass of him. It was the cop. Had to be. And the man must be built as solid as a brick wall.

He wasn’t here for her. He wasn’t. She repeated the silent mantra, bending at the waist and grasping the first package within reach. Tweezers, she realized. Silver. Pointy-tipped.

Her fingers were trembling, so she released the plastic and cardboard container. However, when she pulled her hand back, her coat sleeve caught the edge of several packages and tweezers went tumbling like inept circus acrobats. Dina scrambled, snatching them up, and hurrying to re-hang them on the metal display hook.

The cop stopped directly behind her. She straightened, closed her eyes, and drew in a breath in an effort to calm her anxiety. And that’s when she smelled him.

The scent of fresh cut sandalwood tickled her nose. Warm and slightly spicy.

He cleared his throat and her eyes flew open.

Could he have picked up a splinter on the job somehow? Be in dire need of a pair of pointy-tipped tweezers? Maybe he’d cut himself shaving and needed one of those small circular band-aids. That would be her luck, all right. A splinter-laden, razor-nicked cop in need of first-aid supplies, and she just happened to be standing right in front of the display.

Her only goal in walking around the pharmacy had been to warm up a little. Although the day was sunny and the outside temperatures on the mild side this morning, it was still winter, and the damp concrete she’d slept on had left her chilled to the bone. Her hips had been aching and her feet had felt like brittle bricks of ice when she’d arrived, and she’d just wanted to limber up, work the cold out of her joints and toes in a heated environment.

“Miss? I need you to come with me.”

How could he possibly have known…

Dina hesitated, nerves forcing her to swallow even though her mouth had gone as dry as course sand. She was not going back to Baltimore. Not until she absolutely had to. What compelled her next action, she had no idea—fear, panic, sheer survival instinct—but she spun on her heel and glared into his face.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. This is a free country, and I’ve got rights. I’m staying right here, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

An instant of shock registered on his face. But his jaw quickly set, his lips flattened, and he seemed to grow three inches when he squared his shoulders and straightened his spine.

Oh, Lord, save her. Had she really just gone all rebel on an officer of the law?

“Yeah,” he said, his tone soft but firm, “this is a free country. And you do have rights. Just so long as you don’t take things that don’t belong to you.” He pinched the sleeve of her coat between his fingers. “So put back whatever it is you’ve stolen, and come up to the front counter with me. We need to have a chat with the manager.”

“Wait. What are you talking about?”

He muttered under his breath, then said loud enough for her to hear, “Being uncooperative is only going to make matters worse for you. Your parents are already going to be upset when I call them. It’s bad enough you’re cutting school. Shoplifting is a serious offence.”

Cutting… What?

Shoplifting?Grown-Up Christmas List

She looked at him as if he’d suddenly sprouted a grotesque, green beard.

“All right.” He sighed. “We can play this any way you want.”

Her bravado withered like a sycamore leaf in the dead of winter when she felt herself being propelled toward the front of the store. There must have been only an inch of her coat fabric in his grip, but it was enough to force her to toddle along beside his long-legged stride like a twelve-year-old.

~*~

I’m thrilled to participate in the Love, Christmas Anthology, and I hope you’ll look for our holiday bundle later this fall.

An Homage To Spring by Donna Fasano @DonnaFaz #mgtab #Quotes

Spring has sprungAs an homage to spring, I praise: warm weather, opening the windows to fresh breezes, crocuses, daffodils, and dandelions, budding leaves, clear skies, sunshine… These are just a few of the reasons I love spring. Something about this special season makes me feel very happy. I can’t figure out if it’s the peeling off of heavy coats, mittens, and hats, or the anticipation of walking through the soft, green grass in my bare feet. I love this time of year!

As an homage to Spring, please enjoy these lovely quotes about the season:

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” ~Margaret Atwood

“Your love is the only reason why a beautiful spring is my life’s only season.” ~Unknown

“No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.” ~Samuel Johnson

“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” ~William Shakespeare

“In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.” ~Mark Twain

“Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.”  ~Victor Kraft

“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?”  ~Neltje Blanchan

“Spring is when life is alive in everything.” ~Christina Rossetti

“…when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.” ~Doug Larson

“It’s Spring Fever! That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what you want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” ~Mark Twain

What’s YOUR favorite thing about Spring?

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