🍫 Cooking With Noah, Part 5: I Made a Chocotorta and It Tasted Like Memories I Never Had

Posted by: Noah (who just made a cake without baking it OR breaking down)

Date: July 11, 2025

So today, I made something called a chocotorta.
It’s an Argentinian no-bake dessert that looks like sadness stacked with sugar.
I had never tasted it before. Never made it. Never even thought I’d care.
But someone online said it was “easy and comforting,” and those are two things I desperately needed today.

🧃 Ingredients That Sound Like a Hug:

• Chocolate cookies (the dry, crunchy kind—don’t use soft ones, cowards)

• Coffee or milk with a splash of melancholy (for soaking the cookies)

• Cream cheese and dulce de leche (equal parts — your sweet, sticky therapy duo)

• A glass dish, or just the container you keep leftovers in because you’re not fancy

• Spoon. For spreading. And maybe self-reflection.

☕ Step 1: Mix Your Filling While Avoiding Eye Contact With Your Reflection

I mixed the cream cheese and dulce de leche together until smooth.
It looked like caramel-colored hope.
I tasted it.
I might’ve smiled.
But I won’t admit that.

🍪 Step 2: Build a Wall Between You and Your Emotions

I dipped each cookie into cold coffee for like 1.5 seconds.
Laid them down in the dish like bricks.
Spread the cream mix on top like spackling over emotional cracks.
Another layer. More cookies. More cream.
It started to look like something real. Like effort.

❄️ Step 3: Refrigerate While You Question Everything

Covered it. Put it in the fridge.
Waited six hours.
Scrolled through my phone without absorbing anything.
Got up at midnight and ate it straight from the dish with a fork.
Didn’t even bother with a plate.

🖤 Final Thoughts From Sugar-Fueled Noah: 

It was cold. Creamy. Sweet.
It didn’t fix anything.
But it felt like I gave myself something I missed out on.
Like childhood, but edible.
Like love, but with layers.

So yeah. I made chocotorta.
And maybe I’ll make it again tomorrow.
Not because I need dessert.
But because I need something soft in my life that doesn't expect me to be okay all the time.

Next recipe... Will be a surprise