Nemesis

I made this for a dinner party I had on Sunday night. It is not a Jello cake, it's Chocolate Nemesis, from the River Cafe in London. Somewhere between a flourless chocolate cake and chocolate soufflé and fudge, this is one of the most intense desserts I have ever attempted and also, possibly, one of the most distinctive. But if you're grossed out by gluttony and want to maintain the arousal of whatever this amateur money shot does for you, I'd stop reading now, because I'm going to tell you what's in it.

Ten--ten!--eggs, a pound of butter, a pound and a half of bittersweet chocolate, and 3 cups of sugar. Nothing else. Oh, one cup of water.

I was thinking about filling up a little ramekin or petri dish with the exact equivalent of what makes up one slice--a hunk of butter, a cube of chocolate, an egg, a little dune of sugar, and a few driblets of water. But that would only distract from the fact that I read all those ingredients and was still propelled to make Chocolate Nemesis.

What can I say? It's not like it wasn't delicious. And I think I endorse the sell line that comes with the recipe, "The best chocolate cake ever." It did give me weird dreams, though--that my bus stop turned into a gang warfare zone, and that I had to watch Juno again, and other stuff I can't remember.