I've been spending entirely too much time watching episodes of The French Chef with Julia Child that my friend Craig gave me. I find Mrs. Child oddly hypnotic. There is something about her uniquely-accented voice and the not-entirely graceful movement of her formerly 6' 2" body that compels me to watch her. And watch her I do. Over and over again. This week, I've been enjoying an early, black and white episode wherein she gives a champagne and coffee party in honor of: "...the Queen of Sheba, which turns out to be this dark beauty, made of chocolate, and almonds, and rum, and butter!" She then invites us into her kitchen where she promises we'll make: "the best chocolate cake you ever put in your mouth." That's one heavy promise, but I love her enthusiasm. I decided to put my money where Mrs. Child's mouth is and examine this cake and the woman behind it, however superficially.