No Marmalade Orange Pudding Cake – Wow, what a mouthful it is, but such a worthy title! Let me tell you a little secret, there really is not a speck of marmalade in it. Yup you got that right! Although I must say I had to boil an orange for it. This citrusy treat is loaded with the rich, orangey, sticky sweet sensation that a orange marmalade pudding cake would deserve if there ever was one. This cake is unbelievably moist, dense and bursting with fresh citrusy notes.
Who would have thought boiling an orange would be so much fun! First of all, simmering the orange in a huge pot of water was an experience it itself. The beautiful orb of bright orange, simply floated about bouncing ever so gently around the pot as if suspended by some invisible thing. It was a sunny day as I set to my task, and the water glinted with golden hues in the surreal pool of orange. Continue reading
I was wondering if I could entice you with this recipe for juicy mejdool dates, slowly melted in ghee until thick and syrupy. I toss in some brown rice crispies, dried coconut and a bunch of chopped almonds resulting in a slightly gooey, moist, ghee-ey, crunchy and not overly sweet treat.
My date bars will hit every level of any sweet craving you may have and guess what? It’s not too bad for you. With no refined sugars or flours and made with just a few natural ingredients you will be laughing your way into Valentines day!
Whilst perusing the grocery store aisles lately, I’m sure you’ve been inundated with rows upon rows of gleaming chocolate wrappers hiding there treasures within, and begging to be slipped into your cart to be devoured shamelessly later. Continue reading
“Nah! It’s not really cold yet!” I’ve been repeating this to myself every day. Well… the weather hasn’t dipped that low yet. Come on, don’t frown – it’s Minnesota for goodness sake! If I complain of the cold, I might as well pack my bags and leave.
Walking to the bus stop yesterday morning was bitterly cold. I felts little streams of tears running down my face and no, I was not crying, my eyes were watering from the bitter wind blowing into them. Continue reading