It was one of a number of achievements over the weekend (others included wearing high heels all night, not drunkenly calling or texting he-who-shall-not-be-named, overdue catch-ups with a couple of old friends and managing to not eat the yet-to-arrive-in-Wellington deluxe cheeseburgers from Wendy's). I'd always been intimidated by ganache; I think it was the thought of burning the cream and having the chocolate go lumpy and dry coupled with trying to balance a bowl over a pot of water. But as I soon discovered, it's actually really easy. And truly truly delicious.
Mum, in consultation with the birthday girl had found a recipe in an Australian Woman's Weekly cookbook for a bonfire cake. I think it was supposed to look something like this but we decided on a few variations. So, while the rest of the family prepared the party venue, I meticulously set about creating a masterpiece. With time firmly not on our side, and a netball game to get to, we decided on (gasp!) buying the sponge cake. I wouldn't normally condone this kind of behaviour, but spending my saturday morning at home sassing up a pile of plain old sponge ended being lots of fun.
A kind of sponge-massacre ensued (and as I'm new to this blogging thing I didn't take step by step photos sorry) and what resulted was a 3-tiered extravaganza.
But first, the ganache. I went with white chocolate at the birthday girl's request, so I bought 3 king size blocks of Whittaker's and a litre of cream.
Chocolate Ganache
(I altered a recipe I got from here)
*Coarsely chop 360g white chocolate (1 king sized block plus about another 1/3). Put in a heatproof bowl.
*Bring to the boil 1 cup of cream.
*Pour cream onto chocolate and stir constantly until smooth.
*Put in the fridge for about an hour, stirring occasionally.
*When reasonably thick, sift over some icing sugar and beat with electric mixers for no more than a minute.
That's it!
You could omit the icing sugar if you're a purist, and you can make it with dark chocolate aswell. You can cover fudge with it, glaze your cakes, or like me, create a masterpiece. One recipe I read said add a few tablespoons of butter, but as I was having mini sugar induced heart attacks everytime I licked the spoon, I flagged and it didn't matter one bit.
I cut and shaped and piled up the sponge. I whipped cream. I folded in passionfruit syrup. I heated some frozen raspberries with brandy and icing sugar (a half-assed coulis if you will) and I poured. I smeared, I drizzled, I built - and then I covered the whole thing in ganache. Ganache and cadbury flakes.
It was beautiful.

Whilst the sparkler candles didn't exactly sparkle as intended, you get the idea. The birthday girl got right amongst it, madonna style lace glove and all...
carnage... 
Having seen a number of fancy expensive cakes at 21st parties go to waste, it was a joy to watch this baby get demolished. But what more do you expect from cream and chocolate and berries and booze. Especially when washed down with shots, bubbles and a pint of beer. A great night all round!
Cue: roast pumpkin, feta, cherry tomatoes, spinach, some leftover caramelised onion and some salt and pepper.
