Makes 12
125g butter
250g dark chocolate, coarsely chopped
²/³ cup caster sugar
1 tsp vanilla essence
4 eggs
²/³ cup self-raising flour
Mini chocolate Easter eggs, to decorate
Frosting
200g chocolate, coarsely chopped, or chocolate buttons
¾ cup cream
1. Heat oven to 160°C. Grease 12 x 160ml capacity cake or standard muffin tins. Place butter and chocolate in a heatproof bowl over a saucepan of simmering water (or microwave) to melt. Stir until smooth.
2. Add sugar and vanilla, then beat mixture with an electric mixer until combined. Beat in eggs, one at a time. Finally, beat in the flour until just combined.
3. Spoon mixture into prepared tins and bake for 20 to 25 minutes or until an inserted skewer comes out clean. Remove to a wire rack to cool.
4. To make the frosting, melt the chocolate and cream together, then whisk until smooth. Set aside until it cools to room temperature and becomes firm. Beat until fluffy. Slather frosting on top of cold cakes and decorate with mini chocolate Easter eggs.
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