Orange Chocolate Cake

Between cleats at the door and a math worksheet on the counter, Orange Chocolate Cake felt doable.

As it warmed, the kitchen smelled like smoky paprika and onion. I measured with a scale because cups betray you when texture matters.

Cleanup stayed sane; I rinsed two bowls and called it progress.

We paused once for a homework question about fractions, which somehow turned into a measuring lesson.

Texture held together—no mush, no mystery, just straightforward food.

A small pinch of flaky salt at the end made the flavors feel deliberate, not accidental.

It plays well with a simple rice side; the kids barely noticed the swap from fries.

Lunchboxes approved: reheated gently, the texture held and the flavor actually rounded out.

Brushing the crust with garlic butter would help it carry the filling better.

If you’ve been Googling orange chocolate cake recipe, know that this one respects your time and your palate.

I’d make it again with small fixes and shave a point off the site’s rating.