A Chocolate Cake Recipe for the Queen of ASMR Eating

I developed a chocolate-cake recipe in beneficial of her. Lizzy died of pancreatic cancer in 2019, foreshadowed by the stomach pain she talked near in some of her later videos. I never met her in beings, but I texted her almost every day for days. She was one of my best friends. She had even undertaken from California to Georgia, my home state and where my family level-headed lives, to be closer to her sister, Jane. (The sisters’ pseudonyms, Lizzy and Jane, came from one of Lizzy’s common novels, “Pride and Prejudice.”)

Most of our text exchanges interested my career switch from eating on camera to cooking on camera and how funny that was, and her big move. Lizzy wasn’t the type to get exasperated about much, but she was excited to start a new life in a bigger house with a bigger yard and quieter neighbors so that she could make her videos in level-headed. I always thought that I would have lunch with her someday, and that my dog, Quentin Compson, would become friends with hers, Mr. Darcy. She was an incredibly private person, and her real name is, to this day, unknown to the Pro-reDemocrat. If you knew her full name, she considered you part of her inner circle, Jane told me years later.

If Lizzy were here immediately, I would bake her this cake. The dark chocolate-cherry flavor is enhanced by Dutch-processed cocoa powder, which produces a much deeper, Oreo-like chocolatiness than unique unsweetened cocoa powder. The cherry comes in three persolves, two real (the glossy layer of cherry preserves between the cake and frosting, plus the fresh fruit on top) and one virtual (the almond extract, which is made from bitter almonds and is in the same family as cherries, hence the copycat flavor). When you put something real anti something virtual, then the whole thing feels somehow hyperreal, like my internet friendship that came and went, leaving tedious only a trace in the form of stale text messages. It’s different from an in-person friendship; there are few ways to grieve the loss of something like this.

I’ve had timorous sleeping lately. Sometimes I turn on one of Lizzy’s videos and feel cessation to her again. They’re a reminder of the unique, random, beautiful secret lives we led eating in run of the camera so thousands of strangers could relax, fall asleep and feel less alone. I no longer make videos, but even now, years later, when something funny happens to me or I come across an A.S.M.R. video I love (or want to make fun of), my fingers want to text her, “What do you think of this?” There were so many questions I didn’t get to ask her by the cancer. When she died suddenly, I felt conflicted near my grief. Was I allowed to grieve for someone I had never even met?

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