And if I told you I ate vegetables for breakfast you might think I should loosen up a bit.
But if I told you that both statements are true, and that I actually ate cake made out of vegetables for breakfast yesterday morning, you might, if you’re anything like my teenage brother, consider signing me up for psychiatric counseling.
Two nights ago I made my announcement at the dinner table.
“Today I found a recipe online,” I said, “It’s called Double Decker Chocolate Cake.”
“That’s nice,” said my mom, “What does it have in it?”
“Beets, cauliflower, and tofu.”
At that my mom smiled sweetly, my dad raised his eyebrows, and my brother avoided eye contact. Silence pervaded the table and I continued.
“I know it sounds weird, but the picture looked great! You never know, it could be good. I’ve decided to make it tomorrow.”
That was the end of the conversation, though I should add that the following afternoon all three of the aforementioned family members conveniently drove out of town, claiming they had plans to visit our relatives.
I proceeded to ignore the negative connotation beets and cauliflower have when associated with chocolate cake and the next evening followed through on my intentions. After two hours of measuring, processing, mixing, and baking, I arrived at the dreaded last step of any recipe: “Refrigerate for at least 8 hours,” which is code for, “Haha, you wanted to eat this now, didn’t you? But you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow.”
Into the refrigerator my Double Decker Chocolate Cake went, thus bringing us to yesterday morning when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer and would have a piece for breakfast. My sister, who has a more open mind when it comes to alternate recipes, peered at the cake as I brought it out of the refrigerator.
“It looks normal.” she said.
I felt her eyes as I cut a piece, put it on a plate, and brought a forkful to my mouth. The moment of truth arrived as I swallowed and met my sister’s gaze, both of us bracing ourselves for what would happen next.
“How is it?” she asked.
I paused in consideration.
“It’s good,” I said. “Wow, I’m actually surprised, it’s really good.”
My sister immediately got out a fork and stepped up to the cake, ready to take the plunge.
“I want to try it,” she said.
Her verdict was similar, it was good, pretty amazing, actually, considering the ingredients. We both polished off a piece before work and another one after work. Now my goal is to get the rest of my family to try a taste of my creation. I figure it’s a win-win situation: because even if it’s not a piece of cake, that’ll leave one more for me.
*If you want to make the Double Decker Chocolate Cake yourself, click here. If you’re gluten-free and vegan like me, just substitute the milk for almond, soy, or rice milk, the spelt flour for gluten-free flour, and the chocolate chips for vegan chocolate chips. Yum, yum!