My gas oven is taking forever to come to temperature recently: it needs maintenance or, perhaps, to be replaced. So, it wasn't at all certain that I'd be able to bake the black cake in it yesterday. Fortunately, there is a nice, hot electric one downstairs in the yellow house, so I knew I had a backup. But it turned out to be unnecessary. In what may go down in history at The Gas Oven's Last Hurrah, it cooked the black cake wonderfully. For over three hours!
The result, while certainly dark, is not exactly black, which is sad. I was looking forward to a midnight-coloured Christmas dessert. Still it smells wonderful. Very boozy. Sahsez and I plan to ice it white today, then draw on holly with little tubes of red and green icing gel.