I loved my grandmother. I would get a crisp new bank note every time I kissed her, half a jelly baby for a treat (I might have choked on a whole one, apparently) and the best chicken soup in the world.
But come Passover, in her flour-less home, her cakes tested my love… on occasion, to the limit. I used to dream up good uses for her Passover cakes: jacking up the car in the event of a flat tire; foundation stones for the new housing estate down the road; surely something the army could use during times of war (and I am thinking weapons here). Anything but eat them.
Where the heck was this recipe then?
You can modify the proportions for a bigger or smaller cake tin as long as you maintain the proportions of 1 egg to 1oz of sugar to 1oz of chocolate etc…