cooking with Col (grain-free chocolate cake)
This happened the other day:
First, crack a beer. Next, put on Pandora. Accept that he refuses to wear an apron. Take 5 deep breaths. Explain to Rose that no, when you take a deep breath it doesn’t mean you’re annoyed, just that you’re remembering to calm your system. Get out the ingredients for the chocolate cake Col visioned up this morning, lobbying for “recipe creation” to replace your ideas of homeschool writing practice.
When Col forgoes your suggestion to cut the butter in even pieces for melting and instead drag-zooms the whole stick around the hot pan, sizzles of smoking fat shedding off the yellow rectangle, remind yourself that Col comes from a long line of men who don’t like taking instruction from others. Feel the jungle drums of your nervous system signaling the dictator has stepped into your psyche.
Let the dictator off for the night and say with what you hope is a gentle voice, Honey, is it fun to melt butter that way? Do you notice the butter is smoking? Remember that while Col is a beginner in the kitchen, he sees himself as contender for Top Chef of Tupperware Heights.
Take 5 more deep breaths and a long swig of beer. Remember that you also rarely follow recipes, that you haven’t mastered taking instruction from Dan after nineteen years together. Remember that Col wants to be here, that he turned down his sister’s invitation to play outside so he could cook with you. Remember that the rebel genes come from your side of the family and did not skip over you.
Watch Col spill, accidentally, copious amounts of poofy tapioca flour on the countertop, on the floor, watch him lick butter off the spatula, wonder why beating four eggs has to be so loud. Remind yourself that this cooking together is a new iteration of your relationship. Be determined to show up for it.
Find a way to casually remind Col to fold the flours into the wet ingredients with a light touch, we’re not mixing concrete, even though you’re quite sure you’ve mentioned this once or twice or ten times before.
Feel thankful that in your own home you can sing along loudly to Pandora. In fact, this may be the crucial ingredient, the back up support to cooking with a ten year old. Spirit in the Sky. Hard Rain’s A Gonna Fall. Late for the Sky. Notice that belting out, Gotta have a friend in Jeeeesus, loosens something in your jacked up spine.
Hold the pot while Col scrapes the batter into the cast iron. Together, lick the spatula, the fork, the chocolately-gooey sides of the pot, congratulating yourselves that this is gonna be a good one. Feel the excitement and satisfaction of creating something together. Put the timer on for 35 minutes and let Col run outside to find his sister while you happily, singingly, clean up the kitchen.
Chocolate grain-free cake
1 stick butter
1 1/2 cups almond meal/flour
1/2 cup tapioca or arrowroot flour
1/2 cup coconut flour
1/2 cup honey
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1/4 cup plain yogurt (can be omitted or substituted with applesauce or half as much milk or coconut milk)
1 tsp each: salt, baking powder, vanilla
Mix wet ingredients, fold in dry ingredients. Bake in greased pan at 350F for 30-40 minutes.
Let cool and celebrate.
p.s. This cake is delish. Moist and light and full of flavor. When we’re feeling extra fancy, we mix cream cheese with fruit sauce for a frosting.