As promised, a picture.
No, I didn’t have the whole cake.
You know, if people could capture the smell of baking and post it on the internet (don’t tell me about perfumes…can you put the smell of perfume on the internet??), then food photography might see a decline. Oh my! This smelled good.
To break fast, I had cold water, weak but hot earl grey tea and a slice of carrot cake. Mom had this but actually broke her fast with a date.
Then we went up to pray.
And eventually came downstairs to eat dinner (no pictures…hungry). There were various leftovers in the fridge…some had carrot rice, plain rice, stewed red beans,stewed beef, beef bone (niece!), maybe curry.
I had lots of water and jasmine rice and stewed red beans.
Everybody else *and* mom had their slice of carrot cake then. Dad and brother broke their fast in the masjid (and no we didn’t send…maybe tomorrow if there’s leftovers).
I made the carrot cake today, from Rose Levy Beranbaum‘s The Cake Bible. Mom said it’s Ramadan, you know we like something sweet.
Actually the recipe is called Golden Wheat Carrot Ring because she bakes it in a savarin pan? And because of that she just butters it. Well, madam, that is me, wanted a layer cake because that is the stuff of dreams. Also, layered with cream cheese frosting (but didn’t want my first buttercream to be during Ramadan, all alone) so thankfully mom came home and whipped up easy cream cheese frosting.
But, back to the pan layering.
I buttered it but I should’ve gone ahead and either floured it or (and) lined it because it was hard getting those cakes out. I mashed up almost two of them. You *might* notice strange sliding edges (unless I didn’t upload those pictures) in the others. But, I stand by a nice homemade cake, with all its imperfections is beautiful.
Anywayz, I managed it somehow. Mom unearthed ground almonds for pretty topping and I dusted cinnamon powder on top.
I love this picture :-)
I like this recipe.
No sugar but honey. Cake flour *and* whole wheat flour.
It tastes almost as if it has raisins but none! woohoo!
And no I didn’t put nuts in it.
A slice, just for you (no me! and mom!)
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