Chocolate Fondant Recipe: Indulge in This Ultimate Dessert
Master the Perfect Molten Lava Cake in Just 12 Minutes
Craving a rich and indulgent dessert? Chocolate Fondant (also known as molten lava cake) is the perfect treat to satisfy your sweet tooth. With a crisp outer layer and an irresistibly gooey chocolate center, this dessert is sure to impress at any dinner party or special occasion. Best of all, it only takes a few simple ingredients to create a restaurant-quality dish in the comfort of your home.
Ingredients:
200g dark chocolate (at least 70% cocoa)
150g unsalted butter
3 large eggs
120g sugar
50g all-purpose flour
1 tsp vanilla extract
A pinch of salt
Instructions:
1. Preheat the Oven and Prepare the Ramekins
Preheat your oven to 200°C (400°F). Grease 6 small ramekins with butter and dust with cocoa powder to prevent sticking.
2. Melt the Chocolate and Butter
In a heatproof bowl, melt the dark chocolate and butter over a saucepan of simmering water (double boiler method). Stir occasionally until the mixture is smooth and set aside to cool slightly.
3. Whisk the Eggs and Sugar
In a large bowl, whisk the eggs and sugar until pale and fluffy, about 3-4 minutes. This step is essential to ensure the fondant has a light texture.
4. Combine the Ingredients
Slowly pour the melted chocolate into the egg mixture, stirring gently until combined. Add the vanilla extract and sift in the flour and a pinch of salt. Fold until the mixture is smooth.
5. Fill the Ramekins
Divide the batter evenly between the prepared ramekins, filling them about three-quarters full. If you want an extra surprise, place a piece of dark chocolate or a spoonful of caramel in the center of each ramekin before covering it with more batter.
6. Bake
Bake the fondants for 10-12 minutes. The edges should be firm while the center remains soft and molten. Be careful not to overbake!
7. Serve Immediately
Let the fondants cool for a minute, then carefully run a knife around the edges and invert them onto plates. Serve with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, a drizzle of raspberry coulis, or a dusting of powdered sugar for an extra touch of elegance.
Tips for Perfect Chocolate Fondant:
Timing is Everything: The key to a perfect molten center is precise timing. Check the fondants after 10 minutes to ensure they have set on the outside while staying gooey inside.
Customize Your Filling: Try adding peanut butter, caramel, or even a piece of white chocolate to the center of each fondant for a fun twist.
Make Ahead: Prepare the batter and refrigerate it in the ramekins for up to 24 hours before baking. Add an extra minute or two to the baking time when cooking from cold.
Why You’ll Love This Recipe
This Chocolate Fondant is a crowd-pleaser, with its rich, intense chocolate flavor and the contrast between the soft cake exterior and the molten, creamy interior. It's perfect for special occasions or as an indulgent treat when you need a little luxury in your life. The best part? You don’t need to be a master chef to achieve spectacular results!
Enjoy this decadent chocolate fondant, and impress your guests with a dessert that feels like a treat from a fancy restaurant—without leaving your kitchen!
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