Of course I run into my svelte spaniard yoga instructor in the baking aisle at Central Market while I'm debating between superfine sugar and cane sugar, with a cart full of Guinness, butter and cocoa. Meanwhile his cart is full of cantelopes, watermelons and two jugs of spinach juice. I hope you're not reading this, yoga instructor man, if you are hola and see you in class tonight!
I made this cake for my brother's 27th birthday. We gathered at one of our favorite bars, Vickery Park, for good food and libations, so I thought it fitting to make a beer cake to complement. Surprisingly, this cake doesn't taste beer-y, contrary to my licking the bowl taste test. It's also very moist, because of the sour cream. And don't even get me started on the frosting. As my friend Kaela says, anything with cream cream and more cream must be good. FYI, don't eat cake batter, drink leftover Guinness and go running. Not good!