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The Marathon That Wasn’t.

Well, it’s Wednesday. Today is the day I was planning on my Boston Marathon recap. Instead, I’m sitting under a pile of warm blankets, sipping water, and waiting for my next transfusion/infusion appointment. But let’s go back to Friday. On Friday night, I was really quite anxious. I couldn’t put my finger on the issue. … Read more…

pistachio and orange blossom merveilleux

Auralgasms #4



*insert nervous vomiting here.*

Ok, Ok, let’s get beyond the nervous gag reflex and move onto happier subjects. Namely: AUDIOBOOKS!

Because, it’s time for:



This week’s narrator is OH SO very satisfying. Actually, she was the first narrator I ever  listened to!

When I was pregnant with the Peanut, I was placed on bed rest. I don’t know if you know this, but BED REST SUCKS YOUR SOUL OUT OF YOUR EARS AND SLINGS ARROWS AT YOUR HAPPY.

Beyond that, my hyperemesis was giving me such bad vertigo that I couldn’t read without getting dizzy. I would get about ten pages into something, and spots would appear on the page, and the nausea would become so overwhelming that I would have to lie on my side with a pillow over my head for complete darkness. It was miserable.

I needed an alternative. I’d watched every Golden Girls episode 198357x, I could quote entire scenes from Wes Anderson films, and DJ Lance from Yo Gabba Gabba had infiltrated my dreams at night.

On a whim, I took out my 3g iPhone to see if Amazon sold audiobooks. (This was earrrrly 2011, and I don’t think I even owned a KINDLE at that point.) Lo and behold! HUZZAH! There was an APP FOR THAT.

That night, and I think it was release day, I purchased my very first audiobook:

I had never before heard of the author. I had certainly not heard the narrator read another story. However, the subject matter intrigued me, the narrator had killer ratings, and JUST LOOK AT THOSE SHOES, THAT SCYTHE, that manicure. 

I listened to the brief sample, and I thought “well this is different, but okkkkk.”

An hour later, I was hooked. I didn’t come up for air until it was finished. My husband and son must have thought I’d gone into some weird pregnant-lady trance to cope with the drudgery of being forced to lie about like some sort of land-stranded manatee.

The narrator, Lorelei King, was my gateway drug. She was the one to give me my first auralgasm.  I was blown away that having the book read to me could not only be an efficient manner in which to feed my incessant need for books, but that it could also enhance the enjoyment of the experience of reading.

Lorelei King’s narrations are second to none. It’s impossible to tally the numbers of characters she has going at any one gallop. I’m certain that she lives with a cast of at least 50 (that I could count in research for this post) in her head every day.

I’m not lying. I counted fifty individual voices. I’d also be lying if I told you I didn’t buy more of the books she’s narrated as “research.”

Sidenote: did you know they’ve put Louisa May Alcott on audio? I squeed. (loudly, and to tangible, physical effect.)

She narrates TWO of my favorite series: Mercy Thompson and the above mentioned Charley Davidson. I’ve reached the point where I don’t even buy the kindle version of those books, JUST the audiobook. If Lorelei King isn’t reading it to me?

Lorelei King’s comedic timing could set the international clock it’s so fucking perfect. I’m not kidding. There have been times, where I was just in awe. In one of the Charley books, I can’t remember which, Charley makes a very funny quip about how she acquired a jockey from either a hockey or soccer team. I remember A: laughing hysterically, and B: being completely wowed. It was as though Lorelei King was absolutely making it up on the fly, just as though she’d thought of the joke just then. Exactly as intended.



Incredible, right?

Want to know the WILDEST thing (in my opinion) about Lorelei King?

Ok, so most narrators have a pretty recognizable speaking voice. If you hear them in a conversation, you recognize their speech as their “base” voice. That vaguely familiar inner-monologue or “God voice” that runs through the books they narrate.

Lorelei King sounds NOT ONE FUCK like her conversational voice you hear over the radio or in an interview and it SCREWED WITH MY DAMN MIND.

por ejemplo:


That means that every single voice this woman records is a character. Let that sink in.


She’s also apparently quite lovely, because when I asked her on the twitter if she had a favorite sweet, she was awesome and responded.

She happened to mention two of my favorite things: pistachio and meringue. 

Immediately, I thought of my latest NYC obsession: merveilleux. It’s a Belgian/French treat made of meringue cookies stacked with fresh whipped cream, and rolled in something awesome. I’ve made a few variations, and I have to tell you, this one is my favorite so far.

Pistachio and Orange Blossom Merveilleux

A delicate Merveilleux with orange blossom whipped cream and rolled in toasted pistachios.

pistachio and orange blossom merveilleux

pistachio and orange blossom merveilleux


Pistachio and Orange Blossom Merveilleux

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: depends if you make your own m

Cook Time: see above.

Keywords: bake appetizer breakfast dessert cake cookie

Ingredients (6 merveilleux)

  • 12 meringue cookies. I like this recipe.

for the cream

  • 10 oz box heavy whipping cream
  • 1/2 cup confectioners sugar, sifted
  • 1 tsp orange blossom water
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla extract


  • roasted, salted, crushed pistachios
  • orange or clementine zest.


to make the whipped cream

whip the cream in a mixer with the whisk attachment on high

when it starts to peak, sift in the sugar

slowly add water and extract

Avengers, ASSEMBLE!

place six of the meringues top up

pipe or scoop a few tbsp of cream onto each meringue

place another meringue on top, face down

smear the sides of each meringue stack with whipped cream like you would frost a cake

roll in pistachio

freeze for 30 minutes

pipe a rosette on top of each stack and top with zest and nuts!


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Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs

Get Series(ous). #10

Friday, April 10th, 2015. It is the 100th day of the year. This morning I woke up at 4:19 am. It is (probably) the 12th (or so) day I’ve been awake at this time this year. I am elated, I love the word, “elated” about today’s Get Series(ous). post. According to the front page of The New York Times, the temperature today will be 64F (and raining-again, shit.) I’m pretty much going to trust this prognostication even though forecasts are notoriously off-base.

Some books, and some series just hit me so hard, I find it difficult to elucidate my feelings about said books and series in a succinct manner. There aren’t as many of these as you’d think, given that my reading habit amounts to about one book per day.

(In the interest of clarity and transparency, many of these books are for work/school or research for scripts/auditions.)

However, when I do find a book that fits into this most-exclusive category in my “Books I’ve Put In My Brain” Spreadsheet, I want to wrap each of them in bubble wrap and a collection of my feels to hug them forever and ever. (Yes, this is a real thing I have. Yes, I DO rate my books on an algorithm of likelihood of a re-read. Shut it. You know you’re jealous.)

This week’s Get Series(ous). series definitely fits into that category. It’s highlighted GREEN in my Excel spreadsheet which tells me that it has a 100% chance of being re-read MORE THAN ONCE. As I’ve already read/listened to the first two books in the series three times each, I think it needs a new color. Like mochachino or parsley sprig.

Who should read this series?

ANYONE WITH A SOUL WHO CARES ABOUT LOVE AND LIFE. Ok, that might seem a bit extreme–and broad. 

This reader is a fan of the underdog, the underserved populations, the under-appreciated. This reader loves a book with superstar heroes in unassuming miens. This reader may love Hero by Perry Moore,  A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving–Rocky. 

All of these share one thing, one specific trait that makes them all wonderfully readable/watchable–hope. All of these books and main characters inspire immense amounts of hope in the reader.

Also, this reader isn’t afraid to laugh at seemingly upsetting circumstances. They understand the catharsis that is making light of a rough situation. This reader craves real emotion in their books, however subtle, knowing that sometimes, subtle is the most gut-wrenching.

What is this series?


The Blurb:

A thirty-nine-year-old with Asperger’s syndrome and obsessive-compulsive disorder, Edward Stanton lives alone on a rigid schedule in the Montana town where he grew up. His carefully constructed routine includes tracking his most common waking time (7:38 a.m.), refusing to start his therapy sessions even a minute before the appointed hour (10:00 a.m.), and watching one episode of the 1960s cop show Dragnet each night (10:00 p.m.).

But when a single mother and her nine-year-old son move in across the street, Edward’s timetable comes undone. Over the course of a momentous 600 hours, he opens up to his new neighbors and confronts old grievances with his estranged parents. Exposed to both the joys and heartaches of friendship, Edward must ultimately decide whether to embrace the world outside his door or retreat to his solitary ways.

Why I love it.

Right off the bat, let me again, in the interest of full-disclosure, tell you a little about my family. My nephew, a beautiful and sweet 16 year old boy, has Autism. Specifically, PDD-NOS. My son, aka The Captain, aka My WORLD, my handsomest handsome child with a heart of pure sugar, has Sensory Processing Disorder with a joint Dx of ADHD, and Social Anxiety Disorder. 

So you can see why a series revolving around a grown man who learns to live in a world that seems out of his world might interest me.

But that’s 100% not all of it. That’s not even 20% of it. The Edward series (I’m including The Fallow Season of Hugo Hunter) is so beautifully written. It is so sharp and precise, it is as though it were fashioned in relief with an exact-o knife, or imported directly into my mind with a supernatural 3D printer.

It’s so funny. Heartbreakingly so. However, you never feel as though you’re laughing AT the MC, which would turn me off immediately. It’s almost as though you’re laughing at the disorder, as strange as that sounds. Asperger’s takes any verbal or mental filter someone may have, and stretches the hole reallllly wide. Therefore, Edward has a tendency to communicate things that we only really hear in our own minds. That is actually really refreshing.

600 Hours of Edward


If you never asked yourself this ONCE while dating, you’re a fucking liarvillepants.

Throughout every facet of these stories, you never lose sight of what is important to each of the characters. This becomes especially important in Edward Adrift and The Fallow Season of Hugo Hunter. But oh man, do you ever get lost in the story. The first two books almost feel epistolary in nature, and this only serves to add to the interest of it all. The reader eventually begins to feel as though they are a part of the data which Edward so carefully collects.

As I mentioned above, I read/listened to this series. I am, by default, a very results-oriented person, and the ability to maintain the narrative whilst I go about the quotidian tasks of daily life appeals to me on a very basely “me” level.

This can be good or bad. If the narrator is great, well then! Hey hey hey! BONUS! Excellent. If the reader is crap??? Yeah. Not so much.

This series is narrated by Luke Daniels. I feel like between him, Tavia Gilbert, the PSM and perhaps this guy….

they’ve been featured on B2B enough that they should have their own graphic or .gif.

luke danielsohsweetbabybuddha that is so fantastically awful I MUST DO ANOTHER!!


The internet is a beautiful thing…


Luke Daniels’s performance as Edward and company is oddly relaxing. Weird, right? His placentious intonations and utter grip on the motive of the character absolutely lulls the reader into a total blissed-out book zone.

Without giving away any spoilers, in the first book of the series, Edward experiences a very deep loss. Life-changing. Craig Lancaster’s words, performed by Luke Daniels, had me in a shock of terrifically embarrassing sobs in the back of a cab. The driver thought I’d lost it. His pack of tissues smelled like black and milds.

And before you ask, Yes…

luke daniels

will get his own Auralgasm post, but not until I figure out what else to say…If you have any ideas, EMAIL ME! Because, if you have your own completely awful and obnoxious .gif….

The Recipe Inspired by the Series:

In the first book, Edward eats spaghetti (albeit crappy spaghetti) 9 times a week. Yup. 

It was a no-brainer.

Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs.

Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs

Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs

Perfect Fresh Tomato Sauce and Homemade Meatballs

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: 1 hour

Cook Time: 45 minutes

Keywords: bake entree snack side

Ingredients (depends on how big your balls are)

    for the sauce

    • 4 tbsp tomato paste
    • 4 roma tomatoes, ripe
    • 1 medium yellow onion
    • 1, 15.5 oz can fire roasted tomatoes
    • 1, 15.5 oz can stewed tomatoes
    • 2 tbsp chopped fresh garlic
    • 1 tsp red pepper flake
    • 1 tsp dried oregano
    • 1/2 tsp dried rosemary
    • 1/3 cup chopped fresh basil
    • 4 tbsp EVOO
    • 1 tsp kosher salt
    • 1/2 tsp cracked black pepper

    for the meatballs

    • 1 lb ground beef 90/10
    • 1 lb ground pork
    • 1/3 cup chopped fresh parsley
    • 1/2 cup breadcrumbs
    • 1 tbsp evoo
    • 1/4 cup whole milk
    • 1 egg
    • 1 tsp kosher salt
    • 1 tsp cracked black pepper
    • 2 tsp chopped fresh garlic
    • 1/2 tsp onion powder
    • 1/8 tsp fresh ground nutmeg


    before you make the sauce, make the balls.

    Preheat oven to 400F

    combine all ball ingredients in a big bowl

    mix with your hands

    roll into balls of your preferred size, I did 2″ in diameter.

    place on a cookie sheet that’s been sprayed with cooking spray

    at 2″ in diameter they take about 20-25 minutes in the oven.

    to make the sauce

    dice the fresh tomatoes into 1/2″ cubes

    dice the onion into 1/4″ dice

    in a skillet, pour in the olive oil and heat to medium high,

    before it begins to smoke, add the onion and turn to medium

    saute until translucent.

    add garlic

    stir in remaining ingredients and let cook for about 15-20 minutes


    I suggest using a pasta like the riccioli pictured above, or something like a curly tagliatelle, or papardelle pasta.

    Toss all of the sauce with one pound cooked pasta and the meatballs

    I like to top this all with fresh mozz and slide it back into the oven until the mozz is all yummy melted like.

    also good with parmesan cheese or asiago.

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    Kick the Protagonist in the Scull.

    There is nothing more I needed last weekend than a complete literary escape. I’m tied up in knots about Boston, I was supposed to see a friend, and spend several hours sculling on the Hudson, and relaxing. Instead, I was bringing the winter coats back out of the closet, caring for sick children, and sanitizing every surface in my home.

    Kids are disgusting germ machines. It’s a good thing they’re cute.

    So, I curled up on the sofa, cozy in my hazmat suit and oxygen tank, and dug into a new book series.

    I promptly finished the new series.

    I then cried all the rivers of all the tears that I have to wait for more books from one of my favorite contemporary authors.

    What’s the series?

    Well, since the only one currently available is the first book of the series of three, I shall review that one, k? K.


    The Blurb:

    One week.
    Private beach.
    Invisible girl.
    Jerk-faced bully.
    What’s the worst that could happen?
    Kaitlyn Parker has no problem being the invisible girl, which is why she finds herself hiding in various cabinets and closets all over her college campus. Despite her best efforts, she can’t escape the notice of Martin Sandeke—bad boy, jerkface bully, and the universe’s hottest, wealthiest, and most unobtainable bachelor—who also happens to be Kaitlyn’s chemistry lab partner.
    Kaitlyn might be the only girl who isn’t interested in exploiting his stunning rower’s build, chiseled features, and family’s billionaire fortune. Kaitlyn wants Martin for his brain, specifically to tabulate findings of trace elements in surface water.
    When Kaitlyn saves Martin from a nefarious plot, Martin uses the opportunity to push Kaitlyn out of her comfort zone: spring break, one week, house parties, bathing suits, and suntan lotion. Can she overcome her aversion to being noticed? Will he be able grow beyond his self-centered nature? Or, despite their obvious chemistry, will Martin be the one to drive Kaitlyn into the science cabinet of obscurity for good?

    What did I think?

    I loved it. Honestly. I’m not just saying that. 

    I will be 100% honest with you, I typically do not like YA or NA books. There are a few exceptions, but mostly, this is the case. I’m just not into them. It typically takes A LOT to bend me in this.

    Attraction definitely piqued and maintained my interest, as well as implanted a hunger for the rest of the series. I didn’t feel as though I was reading the typical NA that I simply cannot relate to in any manner. It made me cringe and laugh and remember every ridiculous and awful and memorable thing I did at age 19. In a good way. Because *cough*Xnumberofyears*cough* later, I can now look back and see what I’ve learned, and laugh at my own ridiculous antics.

    I’ve been a fan of Penny Reid since her first book, Neanderthal Seeks Humanand have continued to read every single thing she writes.

    Seriously, I’m contemplating stalking her to read her grocery list, because it’s probably hilarious. It probably reads like this.

    Reid Household Groceries:




    Golden Grahams

    Cheap Box of Fiber Cereal to hide bag of Golden Grahams




    possible weapons for world domination: think chocolate covered bacon donuts



    Sometimes I have a hard time reeling in my inner creeper.

    Moving on!!

    As I read this first-person narrative, I felt as though I was seeing through Kaitlyn Parker’s eyes, and sharing her feels in my feels. At one point while reading the book, I realized I had chewed my lower lip to full redness and chapped anger–a habit I thought I shrugged off years ago. Apparently, if given enough early adulthood empathy, I can revert back to an early adult. (If only this worked on my skin and boobs.)

    I feel like I should tell everyone…this book ends in a cliffhanger. HOWEVER, these books are being released fairly close together, and it’s NBD. It’s also TOTALLY worth it. It is chock full of the humor and absurd circumstances you’ve come to expect from Penny Reid, and also has the underlying heart that makes the book more than just a really funny romance.

    But if you think for one second I didn’t create a meme for this book…

    Attraction by Penny Reid

    The heroine, Kaitlyn is navigating the often (read:always) tumultuous experience of first love. She’s uniquely written and utterly lovable. She’s flawed, and at times very immature, and she’s unsure and intelligent and wonderful. She’s exactly what a 19 year old should be. If she didn’t suffer from bouts of insecurity or impetuous behavior, or just pure post-adolescent stupidity, she wouldn’t be a realistic character. She’d be fluff.

    The love interest, Martin made me want to put my head through a wall. To put it simply, he’s an asshole. Ok, Kaitlyn refers to him as a “jerkface,” but really…he’s a 20 year old boy, which in general would mean probably still an asshole, (I have a brother, I think he grew out of that phase at…I’ll let you know when it happens. JK, 23. I’ll say 23. Loves you, baby bruvah!) However, he’s not only an asshole because he’s 20–though…–he’s the son of what is possibly the King Master Overlord Asshole Diminutively-Dicked Shitbucket.

    joke that eleven people will get.

    So Martin may have a mite bit of emotional baggage. Just a hair. However, it appears as though he is actively trying to deactivate his inner dickhead tendencies. He shows small acts of unexpected kindness, and really tries to make sense of his overwhelming feelings towards Kaitlyn.

    In the end, the reason this book worked so well for me is that it was a thoughtfully-written and enjoyable romance that propels the reader into the terrifying psyche of early adulthood with confidence and aplomb. Penny Reid manages the impossible when she swirls her pen into plot, and creates a billionaire who is not cliche and one-dimensional, and a young woman who is genuinely believable in her struggles and successes.

    Five masses of hydrogen, helium, and heavy elements.

    The Recipe Inspired by the Book:

    Ok, it’s a cocktail, and the characters aren’t old enough to drink. That’s fine, I’ll drink their share. 

    Since the story begins in Chem lab, and the series is named Elements of Chemistry, I decided to take the theme and RUN WITH IT.

    I give you the NaC₆H₁₂O₆ Typical TnT.

    AKA, a revamped Tequila and Tonic. Because tonic gloooows.

    tequila and tonic

    tequila and tonic tequila and tonic


    NaC₆H₁₂O₆ Typical TnT: Revamped Tequila and Tonic

    by Cat Bowen

    Prep Time: 5 minutes

    Keywords: beverage


    • 1 part tequila (GOOD TEQUILA)
    • 2 parts tonic water
    • .3 ish parts Chambord
    • ice
    • options: salt rim, rock candy stirrer


    shake chambord and tequila or stir all three ingredients with ice.

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    Red Wine Cocoa Cake with Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting

    Thoughts on Boston.

    12 days.

    In 12 days I’ll be running the Boston Marathon.

    I’m a distance runner. I get lost in the miles. I thrive on the burning ache in my calves and glutes. I actually enjoy the tight constriction of every muscle in my respiratory system. It’s all hot breaths and sweat and endurance. I am more focused on my “self” while running than I am at any other point in my day. It’s as essential to me as sugar or books.

    Still. Still, I never thought I’d actually run Boston. It’s one of those things that you tell people “yeah, maybe. I’d like to, but…” and you stop considering it because it seems like such an impossibility.

    Logically, I realize that about 36k people run it every year. That’s not huge, but it’s not tiny, either.

    Still, still.


    Just saying it out loud sounds foreign in my ears. Like I’m speaking in the tongues of the religion of running.

    Boston Boston Boston.

    It’s euphoric and terrifying.

    Boston Boston Boston.

    Just typing it, reading it, it no longer looks like a real word, a real name. It’s elevated above that somehow.

    Boston Boston Boston.

    I never considered myself a racing person. I don’t like to put on clothes that early. I don’t like worrying about chips, or if someone will make a sign for me, or if I’ll puke in public at mile 24. I don’t want to worry about my time for a distance that is better measured in train stops than minutes per mile.

    24 miles on the Long Island Rail Road–45 minutes, 15-16 stops, Bethpage. Not far enough. Not far enough to let me read more than a few chapters in my book. Not far enough to let me recite all the monarchs of England and their dates of birth, death, and wives/husbands. (That task requires the time it takes from going from the Coney Island area to Yankee Stadium. Fewer miles with more stops.)

    26.2 miles on my feet, propelled by my own power, aided by only the immensity of the task, the energy of my surroundings, the training I’ve completed, and the waves of sound I choose to project into my ears.

    26.2 miles through one of America’s oldest cities. Lobster rolls and Red Sox, probably more than one letter written to John Adams telling him what an asshole he is, Marky Mark. The impossible dream of runners.

    It feels like the first day of college and graduation all at once. Is it the end? The beginning? Is this like being accepted by MIT, or graduating Summa Cum Laude? Where do I even go from here? Stockholm? London? KONA?!

    Do I completely stop caring and just run the most ridiculous races I can find? Ugly sweater Christmas 10k?(fantastic, will the sweater wick moisture? I’ll start learning to knit now.) Naked 5k in Rio? (no.) Geisha run in Kyoto? (this is a thing, however, I’d need to first be a geisha–I think that takes a while, and I think I exceed the height standards.)

    I know I don’t stop running. The day I stop running is the day I can no longer run. But, what?

    Boston Boston Boston.

    For now, I’ll focus on my goals. In 13 days? I’ll think about more in 13 days.

    My goals for Boston.

    Boston Boston Boston.

    1. I want to complete it. Just start at mile 0 and finish at 26.2.
    2. Ideally, I would do that in 3 hours and 30 minutes.
    3. ENJOY the race. It’s BOSTON.
    4. Get my Blue Steel on EVERYWHERE NEEDED, otherwise, the race will be very un-fun. 
    5. Find the BEST sushi in Boston for post-race noshing.
    6. Spend time with friends and family in an electric atmosphere.

    Unofficial #7? Carbo-load with cake. Specifically, this one.

    Red Wine Cocoa Cake with Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting.

    Red Wine Cocoa Cake with Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting

    Red Wine Cocoa Cake with Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting

    Red Wine Cocoa Cake with Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting

    by Cat Bowen

    Prep Time: 20 minutes

    Cook Time: 35 minutes

    Keywords: bake dessert breakfast

    Ingredients (1 cake)

    • 1/2 cup salted butter, melted
    • 3/4 cup red wine. (like Cab or Shiraz)
    • 2 eggs
    • 1 1/2 cups sugar
    • 1/2 cup cocoa powder (dark, not dutched)
    • 1 1/2 cup flour
    • 1 tsp vanilla extract
    • 1 1/2 tsp baking powder
    • 1 tsp instant espresso powder

    for the frosting

    • 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips, plus more for topping
    • 8 oz softened cream cheese
    • 1 cup confectioners sugar
    • 1 tsp vanilla


    Preheat oven to 350F

    cream butter and sugar

    add egg, vanilla, and wine

    slowly sift in dry ingredients

    pour into greased and floured bundt cake pan

    bake 30-35 minutes, or until skewer inserted in center comes out clean

    let cool completely

    for the frosting

    melt chocolate chips in microwave on high for 45 seconds, repeat after stirring in 15 second intervals (about 1 minute 15 seconds total)

    whip together room temperature cream cheese and powdered sugar

    slowly add in melted chocolate, scraping FROM THE BOTTOM frequently

    add vanilla


    scoop frosting onto bundt and tap the top of the bundt to have it fall over sides of cake

    top with more chips or chocolate shavings, or nothing!

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