"Paleo" Flourless Chocolate Cake

The CAKE, ready for its close-up.

Myer tastes the cake.

For about a year an a half, Myer and I have been eating a mostly Paleo-style diet. We decided to take this route due to a number of factors, including a book we both read titled Good Calories, Bad Calories by science journalist Gary Taubes. I could write countless blog posts about various aspects of this book/diet/lifestyle; suffice it to say, however, that I've not done much baking lately. I don't crave bread or grain products--- I actually never had much of a passion for them--- but when a birthday rolls around, I do like to create something that I can stick candles into. This year for Myer's birthday I dreamed up a cake recipe in my brain-kitchen that seemed flawless. I only needed to manifest it! I didn't have much of a budget to buy extra ingredients for experimentation, so I had to trust the vision and hope that a failure in the kitchen wouldn't lower my wife-score too dramatically. Luckily for me, the first try was an absolute success! You know how I could tell? The look in Myer's eyes: Pure Love. If you've ever cooked something delicious for your beloved, you know exactly what I mean. 

The ingredients are very simple, which, I believe, is the basic tenet of "Paleo" eating. I've read some recipes that are so long and complex, it seems the antithesis of ancestral eating philosophy... I mean, to be frank, baking isn't really "Paleo" at all, is it? That's why I don't do it very often. Anyhow, the simpler, the better. And the less processed your initial ingredients, the better. Here's what you need:

The Requisite Elements.

These are the main ingredients, although I also added some spices and vanilla. Below is the recipe with amounts and instructions:

Cake... Perfect Husband Phood.

PALEO CHOCOLATE CAKE

6 VERY RIPE BANANAS

6 EGGS

¼ CUP COCONUT OIL

1 TABLESPOON VANILLA

2 ½ TEASPOONS BAKING SODA

2 TEASPOONS CINNAMON

1 TEASPOON GINGER

PINCH OF CAYENNE

PINCH OF CLOVES

2 CUPS COCOA POWDER

COMBINE BANANAS, EGGS, COCONUT OIL, AND VANILLA; MASH/MIX WELL. COMBINE SPICES, COCOA AND BAKING SODA. THEN STIR DRY INGREDIENTS INTO WET UNTIL CONSISTENCY IS SMOOTH.

BAKE AT 350°F IN WELL-OILED SPRINGFORM PAN WITH PARCHMENT PAPER UNTIL TOOTHPICK COMES CLEAN, ABOUT 1 HOUR 5 MINUTES

WHEN COOL, FROST WITH ALMOND BUTTER AND DECORATE WITH YOUR CHOICE OF DRIED FRUIT.

I put a bottle of honey out at the party, just in case folks wanted more sweetness than the bananas and raisins had to offer, but no one opted for a drizzle. Either they were being super-polite, or else the cake really did please everybody. Myer's pleasure was unmistakable, I can tell you that. Husband cake-tasting-expression does not lie! All in all, it was an exciting experiment and I look forward to other similar culinary experiences on future special occasions.

Consistency and texture were amazing....

It was VERY dark chocolate....

These raspberries were grown, picked, and dried by Mom....

Myer gets his wish!

Ten Years

*For Myer*

From across the ocean when I was in Italy.

It has been ten years. It has been ten years since I met this "hot skater boy from California" (as one of my best friends called him). We were both studying at Lawrence University; he had just transferred from Deep Springs, an all-male "cowboy college", and his hair was a wild pink tangle that I could see from across campus as he rode his skateboard to class. Someone told me he was a pianist in the conservatory, but I didn't get to hear him play until the summer when we both stayed on campus to work. I remember he skated to the recital hall--- walked to the stage in what seemed to me a state of total zen calm--- and set the piano on fire with the first movement of Rachmaninoff's second piano sonata. Classical music is the sexiest kind of music... and to me, this piece is the sound of falling in love. Soon I learned that piano was just one of this dude's many sweet swoon-worthy attributes, including gourmet cooking, poetry, painting, and philosophy. When I saw a copy of Douglas Hofstadter's Gödel, Escher, Bach (which Dad owned and held in high esteem) on his bookshelf, my heart thrilled.

The first picture Myer took of me, before we were together, on a walk one autumn afternoon.

 

Cowboy-philosopher punk.

Our first date was a long bike ride early in the morning on my 23rd birthday, September 16th 2004. We didn't know it was a date at the time; only in retrospect did that become clear. I rode my bike after him down an insanely steep hill --- I never would have followed anyone else in such a reckless venture, but nothing was going to separate me from this boy... a conviction that has remained strong ever since. We biked many miles, walked through fields, sat in a tree house in the woods, napped by a lake, and stopped at a tea shop where he bought me chocolate and a special tin of chai tea as a birthday gift. Our conversations were delicious. Back at McCarthy co-op, where he lived that year, I gave him a super awkward hug in thanks. I knew it was awkward, but I just could not leave without embracing him.

After Christmas I went away to study in London and Florence until spring. By this time, we had been dating for only three months; but we decided to "do long-distance" even so. Perhaps Myer didn't know how much it meant to me that he agreed to try this. I had a hard time expressing my deepest feelings back then. But in truth I would have been ruined if we'd broken up. Does that sound pathetic? My whole existence was focused on him--- how could it not be? He used to read ee cummings poetry aloud, and in his first love letter to me he quoted a Joni Mitchell song from Blue... again, how could it not be?

During my time abroad, daydreams of Myer kept me in a constant state of romantic high. We had matching journals in which we'd write letters, xerox the letters and send them to each other, and finally tape them into our respective books... so each of us has a complete copy of our hand-written exchanges. What precious tomes! The time apart was not easy--- I won't pretend that. But it sure as heck was romantic. Myer came to visit me for a week when I was in London, and there we made some pretty unforgettable memories.

A photo I took of my darling in London, which has ever since been my all-time favorite.

Proposal flowers.

After graduating from Lawrence in 2006, we spent a summer apart. It was hellish (for me). Thank goodness that was the last time. We moved to Nebraska together that autumn, where we stayed for three years, figuring out what it meant to live life as a couple and out of college. A learning experience for sure, of the best kind. In spring 2009, when I'd just been accepted into the MFA program at Boston's School of the Museum of Fine Arts, Myer asked me to marry him. We'd not been the "marrying type" up until this time, or so we thought.... therefore, the proposal was unexpectedly exquisite--- one of those days that is the best of days. A rainy cold weekday, I was at work teaching students, and someone brought me a note to come upstairs. I was so scared, because I thought I'd done something wrong and was in trouble with the administration. When I got to the entry hallway, there was Myer, dripping wet and holding a big bouquet. "Arhia," he whispered.... "wanna get married???" He also had a piano string, and that book of ee cummings poems.

Our dorky "twin primes" rings.

We got married in 2009, a week before packing up everything and driving a Penske truck across the country to Boston. Our wedding was epic, thanks to 100+ incredible friends and family who traveled all the way to Nebraska for us. We felt incomprehensibly fortunate to know such love and caring. Often we think back on that occasion and are filled with wonder at the memory. I do believe it helps, in a marriage, to know you have the genuine support of those who matter most--- your family and friends. Our wedding, and the memory of it, has served that purpose for us.

My favorite early photo of us together; Christmas in Lincoln NE, 2004.

Do you remember before you met your partner, or maybe back when you were a teenager just starting to think about romance? Imagining the "perfect" one for you, what he/she would be like? I recall indulging in such daydreams. Thank goodness we don't have the power to manifest this fantasy of a person. What a flat and boring an individual would be the result. (Btw if you want to see a good film on the subject, check out Ruby Sparks). It makes me think about how little I knew of myself, to look back on the imaginary "perfect partners" I conjured. You don't dream the difficult things; but it's the challenges that make the intimacy closer, the joy more real. Take away the left and you have no right. There cannot be one without the other--- left makes the reality of right possible. I've found this to be true about relationships. Welcome the challenges as compost for the bliss.

Myer, you are a first-rate example of a human being. We were friends before we were lovers, and I am infinitely glad. One thing I know: our conversation-well is bottomless. The first thing that drew us together was a sense that the bond of intellect and friendship between us would be iron-clad. I do believe my intuition is a finely-tuned instrument, because that bond has not weakened since the beginning. We were basically kids when we met, and though I'm aware we remain "ignorant youth" in the big scheme of things, I do know that you, Myer, are also one heck of a quality man. I can't comprehend how I stumbled into something so precious; I don't understand why I should have this and not some other. I do know that I am deeply grateful every day. Happy 5th/10th anniversary chickpea, I love you.

Hahaha teenage Myer, so dorky and cute! Sorry dude I couldn't resist ;-) xoxo