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Decadent Chocolate Ice Cream Cake with Warm Chocolate Sauce

décembre 7, 2025 par articles articles

👩‍🍳 Instructions

1️⃣ Bake the Cake:

Preheat your oven and prepare the chocolate cake mix according to the package instructions.
Pour the batter into two 9-inch round cake pans (or one large 9×13-inch rectangular pan).
Bake as directed, then allow the cake layers to cool completely.

2️⃣ Soften the Ice Cream:

Let vanilla ice cream sit out for 10–15 minutes until it becomes easily spreadable but not melted.

3️⃣ Assemble the Cake:

Place the first cake layer on a serving plate or cake board.
Spread a thick, even layer of softened vanilla ice cream over the cake.
Drizzle generously with warm chocolate sauce.
Optional: Add a layer of crushed Oreos or chopped nuts for extra crunch and flavor.
Top with the second cake layer and gently press down to set.
Wrap the entire cake in plastic wrap or cover with foil. Freeze for at least 4 hours or until firm.

4️⃣ Serve & Garnish:

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