I never make desserts that originate in a box. ("Never ever. Not even if there's a fire.") And I don't particularly care for pistachios. So your guess is as good as mine as to why I felt compelled to make a pistachio cake...from a box. I think it's because Ree made it look so dern perty.
The Good News: It's Easy. It's Pretty. (Brown + Pastels = <3)
In Other News: I'm not a huge fan.
In the cake's (and Ree's) defense, I've never enjoyed pistachios. I do, however, thoroughly enjoy chocolate. Which is why I'm whipping up some chocolate ganache. Eating excessive amounts of it with a spoon. And topping my cake with what's left. And, if nothing else, I have learned how to properly spell the word "pistachio" out of this experience.
But, please, don't take my word for it. Whip this up yourself, and let me know what you think. You'll love it...probably.
