So the granola’s helping.
But it’s definitely “snack-y”. And I’m craving dessert.
By sheer coincidence, Rebecca of the wonderful blog The Daily Muse posted last week about breaking the dessert habit. Rebecca writes often about healthy eating, and I really like her philosophy – that it’s not about deprival, but more about moderation and making mindful decisions.
In this post she challenged herself to give up that automatic reach-for-dessert-after-dinner (very much like I did). And my favorite take-away was “only eat a dessert you make yourself”.
I liked this rule a lot because it: a) puts you in complete control over what goes into that dessert, and b) is sort of a litmus test for how badly you really want it.
I wanted it really badly.
Honey was up next in my trial of “natural sweeteners“, and I knew just the kind of cake I wanted to make/eat.
I wanted an olive oil cake, with lots of citrus to brighten things up.
A grown up cake, perfect with a cup of tea during these soul-crushing, spirit-squashing gray winter days.
Yeah – I’m missing my sugar.
Hello there, lovely cake…
adapted from sixteenbeans
1 1/2 cups plain yogurt (not low-fat)
2/3 cup olive oil
1 cup honey
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 tablespoon (generous) grated lemon zest
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
2 1/2 cups (12 1/2 oz.) flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
pinch ground nutmeg
Pre-heat oven to 350. Grease a 9″ springform pan and line the bottom with parchment paper.
In a large bowl whisk eggs lightly. Add yogurt, olive oil, honey, vanilla, lemon zest and juice, whisking till combined. Add remaining ingredients and whisk till just smooth and no lumps remain – do not over whisk.
Pour the batter into the cake pan and bake for 60-70 minutes, until a tester comes out clean (cover with foil if the top is getting too dark toward the end). Cool in pan on a wire rack for 10 minutes; remove from pan and let cool completely.
This cake will stay fresh for several days, well wrapped.
This delicious recipe brought to you by Sheri Silver
P.S. Isn’t that cup/plate set divine? It was my late mother-in-law’s and I’m obsessed with it. I can almost hear the mahjong tiles clicking every time I use it.