Chocolate Matcha Pocky Cake with Matcha Mousse. This rich chocolate cake is filled with a zen-like matcha mousse & topped with matcha buttercream & fun matcha Pocky sticks.
The Ghormeh Sabzi that the Mr and I shared with you back in February (see the post HERE), was featured on the Feedfeed along with several other amazing Middle Eastern dishes. If you are in the mood for some very exotic food that is guaranteed to send your senses into orbit, I highly suggest you stop by and peruse all the lovely photos (you can see the Feedfeed feature HERE). But be warned, you are going to leave this feed feeling extremely hungry and undoubtedly inspired.
On a separate note, the Mr. and I have been trying to get together with friends monthly for board game night. On our previous game night we played The Settlers of Catan. This was my first time playing this game. Have any of you played it before?
It’s a strategy game where you collect resources that can be used to build roads, settlements and ultimately cities. Each settlement and city is worth Victory Points and the first person that earns 10 Victory Points is declared the winner.
Since the placement of your first settlement is key in this game, I made sure that my settlement was connected to hexes that had a high probability of being rolled. I also made sure it was near a port since this earns you extra resources. Lastly I made sure my settlements were connected to at least one of each resource. I was pretty happy with my strategy and secretly thought, “I’m going to kill it in this game”. But that feeling was short lived as roll after roll I didn’t have a single resource in my hand. As a matter of fact, I can say that for the first 30 minutes or so it was looking like I had no chance in Hades of winning this game. I quickly became bored as I watched the other players collect fistfuls of resources and expand their cities and settlements across the game board. I couldn’t help but wonder how I could be doing so poorly because my strategy seemed so foolproof. Just as I had given up hope of a victory, out of nowhere, the sun and the moon aligned and the heavens opened up and rained resources into my hand, enabling me to sprint out of nowhere into the victory chair. Ha! Told you it was a foolproof strategy.
I was still celebrating my rise from underdog to victor when the Mr. and I decided to call it a night. The Mr., being the gentleman that he is, offered to run down the street to get the car while I stayed all nice and toasty inside the lobby. As he pulled up, I waved goodbye to the security guard and started to run towards the car. Suddenly, out the corner of my eye, I noticed that something was also scurrying towards the car in a path parallel to mine. Heart racing, I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes tried to pierce the darkness in an attempt to decipher what was moving towards the car. This is the concrete jungle, so most of the animals you likely are to encounter are of the human kind.
Was it a cat? No, it’s movements weren’t very catlike.
It’s too small to be a dog.
Was it a rat? Yeah. . .it could be a rat. I’ve certainly seen more rats during my short time in Boston then I have ever seen in my life. But if it is a rat, it’s a big mutant rat of sorts.
At this point the Mr. had no clue what was going on and he was vigorously waving at me to get into the car. He was blocking the flow of traffic and I am pretty sure that passerby’s thought I was just another intoxicated fool prowling the streets of Boston on a Saturday night.
As I stood there dancing on my tip toes, trembling with fear, pointing at the frightened beast I was able to get a good look at it. But what was it? I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was about the size of a groundhog, had the face of a beaver, but a tail that was more rat-like.
By this time the security guard inside my friend’s building had taken note of all the commotion I was causing and came outside.
“Is there a problem?” she asked.
“There’s some animal that ran under my car but I have no idea what it is.” I replied.
She peered under the car and came back up as clueless as I was. The Mr. was starting to get impatient by this time but there was no way I was going to even attempt to get into the car as the mystery animal was parked right under the passenger side door broadcasting his growls. Unfortunately, if any attempts were made to move the car the poor, scared critter was likely to become a protein pancake.
The security guard went into the building and came back with a broom which she used to gingerly nudge the mystery animal from beneath the car. As frightened as I was, it was sort of humorous to watch her gently prod the critter down the city sidewalk, behind the building and back towards the ocean.
Of course when we got back home we had to play private investigator. Any guesses what the animal was?
The mystery animal turned out to be a muskrat. I have since seen two other muskrats since said incident. . . which by the way was only 2 weeks ago. And might I remind you that I tend to attract weird animal encounters (read about another encounter I had while vacationing in Hawaii HERE).
So with incidents like this in my life I need plenty of Zen moments to balance myself out. And what is more Zen than a nice cup of Matcha? But rather than bring you another fantastic cup of Matcha, I decided I would dessert it all up and create this chocolate cake filled with a matcha mousse, sealed with a matcha buttercream frosting and bejeweled with Matcha flavored Pocky sticks. In case you are not familiar with Pocky sticks, they are a Japanese biscuit shaped in stick form and covered with chocolate or other flavored coatings. You can generally find them in Asian markets or online HERE. I personally think they add a fun element to the cake and they are quite tasty.
Here’s to more Zen moments and less scary animal encounters.