Each time I went out to Calif. to visit friends, I would make that chocolate. The husband would stand there all the time waiting for the cake bowl first so he could clean the beaters and anything else that had cocolate on it. Then he would watch me frost the cake with the frosting recipe on the back of the Hershey's can of cocoa. Every time I reached into the bowl to get more frosting for the cake, you could hear him gasp with worry that there wouldn't be enough left over for him. It was rather comical. I knew from making the recipe so many times before that there would be plenty left over for him. But it was fun to tease him and make like I was going to throw the leftover out. He never left my side while I made that cake. Waiting for it to cool was torture for him.