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Banana, Almond and Chocolate Cake

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Banana, almond and chocolate cake

As Jose Arcadio Buendia from ‘Hundred Years of Solitude’ used to say: ‘Cease, cows, life is short.’

And it is too short indeed to watch bad films and not have simple pleasures in life, like eating a cake.

Here’s a recipe for gluten and sugar free cake from Green Kitchen Stories.

Banana, Almond and Chocolate Cake

200 g almond flour
1/3 cup p unsweetened cacao powder 
1 tsp baking powder
sea salt
2 eggs
2 bananas
1/3 cup / 80 ml cold pressed rapeseed oil or olive oil
1/2 cup / 120 ml maple syrup

Preheat the oven to 180°C / 356°F.

  1. Add almond flour, cacao powder, baking powder and sea salt to a large mixing bowl and set aside.
  2. Crack the eggs into a medium size mixing bowl and beat for about a minute. Mash the bananas with a fork and add to the eggs together with oil and syrup. Beat until all is well combined.
  3. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and use a whisk to stir until everything is mixed. Grease a small/medium size baking pan with oil. Mix a little almond flour with cacao powder and coat the sides with the mixture to prevent the cake from sticking to the pan. Pour the batter into the greased form and bake for about 45 minutes.

For the ganache I melted 3 tbsp coconut oil with 3 tbsp strong espresso, 6 tbsp cocoa and 4 tbsp maple syrup. When everything is combined, drizzle on top of your cake.

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Rich cake like this one is good with a film like ‘Crimson Peak’.

It’s a gothic ghost romance by del Toro.

The film’s set design is breathtaking, and it is so beautifully shot, that watching it is almost like looking at the Romantic, pre-Raphaelite era painting. Actually the leading lady, Mia Wasikowska, looks like she’s walked of John William Waterhouse’s painting.

It is also quite bloody and twisted film, with a bit of perversion and some creepy scenes.

It is at times inconsistent and is leaving you with an expectation of something greater about to surface. But I don’t really mind its flows, it actually makes it more interesting.

The film has got a feministic feel, as the women are stronger and more determined than men.

I am going to add it to my favourite Halloween film list, something so beautiful should never be overlooked.

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About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

5 responses »

  1. Tastes good! What to use instead of eggs, do you have ideas?

    Reply
  2. I tried your recipe this weekend and I must say it is delicious! I did not have maple syrup on hand so I did use honey. Thank you for sharing! I also enjoy your film reviews too – so honest and unapologetic 🙂

    Reply

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