Tag: gluten free
I returned home from a workshop feeling completely exhausted and absolutely famished. As I searched for my keys, my mind was in the kitchen thinking about what I could make for dinner. Some garlic lemon salmon with asparagus? Or perhaps some asparagus soup? As my…
My daughter had seen someone eating rice crispies in a movie and asked if we could make some. While I didn’t have either Rice crispy cereal or marshmallows in the house, we found some puffed rice and experimented a bit.
Caramel Puff Squares
A delicious caramel-ly rice puff treat with a chew and a crunch
- 1/2 Cup Almond Butter
- 1/2 Cup Maple Syrup
- 3 1/2 Cups of puffed Rice
- Step 1 Prepare your square baking tin by lining it with baking paper.
- Step 2 Put the rice puffs into a large mixing bowl
- Step 3 Place the maple syrup and the almond butter into a saucepan and cook on medium heat for about 2 minutes, or until you have you have a homogeneous mixture.
- Step 4 Pour this mixture over the puffed rice and stir until they are all coated with the syrup mixture.
- Step 5 Pour the coated puffs into the prepared pan and press down until you have a smooth surface.
- Step 6 Place in the refrigerator for at least an hour to set
- Step 7 Slice into squares and enjoy!
A triumphant scream emerged from my body and I started running around in my living room, throwing my arms up in the air and swinging my hips around as if I had just had a litre of wine. I put myself together, took a deep…
The following morning, I woke up another dream about Carl and woke up smiling. I grabbed my computer and went onto Facebook. There were only two Carl Shar’s and while none of the photos initially looked anything like the 6 year old Carl I knew…one…
Carl was my first love, as my parents like to say it. We met when we were four years-old where we attended a catholic pre-school. Carl and I found each other from day one and never let each go, until I was forced to. We did everything together, holding hands and kissing each other in the pews in the back of the church every morning for assembly and in between classes. Our teachers called us “bench and batty,” a Patiose term which translates into bench and bum. When I turned 7, my parents announced that we would be moving to the USA and my heart and my world were torn apart. The day that I told Carl that I would have to leave Jamaica, he proposed that we run away together and get married.
On the day of my departure, he handed me a letter, carefully written with all of the letters that we had learned in class, and filled with the love of a little boy. It was folded into a handmade blue canvas pouch with a heart on it.“ I sewed it myself,” he proudly said as he handed it to me. I held onto that note tightly during the flight from Jamaica to our new country. As I stared out of the window breaking through the clouds, wondering if I could ever repair my heart, I made a promise that I will definitely marry him one day.
I never kept in touch, and hardly ever though about Carl again. Until now. I went into the bathroom and could hardly recognise myself. My eyes were practically swollen shut and I was completely covered in Eau de Ex. I prepared myself a hot salt bath, into which I sunk myself and allowed all of my feelings of regret and loss to dissolve.
The phone rang, just as I stepped out of the bath, nearly an hour later.
It was Mimoko, my best friend.
“So, did you do it. Are you a free lady?” That was the text message that she had left after I did not pick up the phone.
I decided not to call her back, but sat down on my computer to search for Carl. As I typed in his name into Google, my index finger started to shake. I suddenly had a particular scene in my mind; so vivid, so beautiful; that Carl was in Berlin visiting me. It is a hot summer day and I am wearing jeans and a light blue t-shirt. I see him from across the street, right at the Tram station Oranienburgerstrasse. His back is turned to me, but I just know in my heart that this is Carl. He turns around, sees me, smiles and starts running towards me. I run into his arms and we embrace each other, screaming joyous cries. The vision is so intense and I know in my heart that I am going to find him and that he will soon be in my life. My heart is beating so incredibly quickly and this is all just too much for my body to handle. So, I abort the task until the next day.
I will leave you with this continuation of the first chapter to my novel and a recipe for a nutty, chocolatey, healthy and wholesome chocolate Almond cake.
Chocolate Almond Cake
A deliciously, moist delicate chocolate almond cake infused with lemon
- 125 grams of almond flour
- 125 grams of dark solid chocolate (at least 70%)
- 125 grams of butter, chopped
- 125 grams 1/2 cup) sugar
- 3 large eggs at room temperature
- Zest of a large lemon or an orange
- A bit of powdered sugar for dusting
- Step 1 Prepare your baking tin with baking paper
- Step 2 Preheat your oven to 320° F/160°C
- Step 3 Break up the dark chocolate into pieces
- Step 4 Place it into a metal or glass bowl set over a double broiler, or a pot with simmering water.
- Step 5 When the chocolate is melted, remove the bowl from the heat and stir in the butter, until it is melted.
- Step 6 Stir in the sugar
- Step 7 Stir in the almond flour
- Step 8 Separate the eggs and add the egg yolks to the chocolate mixture
- Step 9 Add in the lemon or orange zest
- Step 10 In a clean bowl, beat your egg whites to soft, fluffy peaks
- Step 11 Fold the whites into the chocolate batter
- Step 12 Pour the mixture into your prepared cake tin
- Step 13 Place in the oven and bake for about 40 minutes until the top looks dry or a toothpick comes out with just a few moist crumbs attached.
- Step 14 Allow the cake to cool completely, orelse it will crumble. It is an incredibly delicate and moist cake.