German Chocolate Cake

What makes this cake special is the combination of a soft, sweet chocolate sponge and that dreamy coconut–pecan topping. The topping is basically a sticky hug in a bowl. Every time I make it, the kitchen fills with the scent of caramel and toasted nuts, and I swear it could coax anyone out of a bad mood. I once caught my neighbour lingering by the open window while it cooked, pretending to water her plants. I didn’t question it.

I’ve tweaked the recipe a touch to make the sponge a bit fluffier and the topping slightly richer. Just small changes, the kind that make you smile after the first bite.

Ingredients – Cake
180g plain flour
200g sugar
60g cocoa powder
1 tsp baking soda
½ tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
120ml buttermilk
2 eggs
120ml vegetable oil
120ml hot coffee (or hot water if you’re avoiding caffeine)
1 tsp vanilla

Ingredients – Coconut Pecan Topping
90g butter
200ml evaporated milk
150g sugar
2 egg yolks
100g shredded coconut
100g chopped pecans
1 tsp vanilla

Method
Mix flour, cocoa, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Add the buttermilk, eggs, oil, coffee, and vanilla. The batter looks thin—you’ll think you messed up—but trust me, that’s exactly how it should be. Pour it into two greased tins and bake at 170°C for about 28–32 minutes. My oven sometimes behaves strangely on rainy days, so I always keep an eye on it.

For the topping, stir the butter, evaporated milk, sugar, and egg yolks over low heat. It thickens slowly, like it’s waking up from a nap. Once it turns glossy and coats the back of a spoon, take it off the heat, add the coconut, pecans, and vanilla. I always taste a spoonful at this stage. Quality control, obviously.

Let everything cool. Spread the topping between the layers and across the top. Some people frost the sides, but German chocolate cake looks charming left partly exposed, like it’s showing off its personality.

The first slice always leans a little with all that gooey topping, and honestly, that’s part of its charm. This cake isn’t trying to be neat. It’s soft, rich, a bit messy, and full of character—like someone who laughs too loudly at their own jokes.

Every time I bake it, I end up having a slice standing by the counter, still warm, crumbs everywhere, wondering why I don’t make it more often. It’s the kind of cake that feels like you’re treating yourself even if it’s just a quiet Tuesday afternoon.

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