I debated until the very last minute as to whether I was going to keep this Carrot Cake strictly paleo and go with an entirely dairy free icing or use the cream cheese that I’d bought a few weeks earlier with the very intention of turning it into some deliciously fluffy, sweet and tangy cream cheese frosting.
Looks like dairy took it this time. What can I say? I have a soft spot for cream cheese icing.
Or well, for cheese in general.
Besides, when I decided to give this paleo lifestyle a shot, it was also clear in my mind that I would be paying the “grey zone” a little visit from time to time and enjoy my precious dairy, in one form or another. And yes, that includes my beloved Whey Protein Powder.
Only, cheese will be handled sort of like a treat: it shall be consumed
Make that occasionally.
I’m not a fan of the term MODERATION, you see? For really, what IS moderation, exactly? What seems very acceptable to me might very well be considered extreme by someone else…
Please bear with me while I rant a little…
Despite being really passionate about health and food, I’ve never been one to challenge or question other people’s eating habits. To each their own, you know; you do your thing, I do mine. Reversely, I feel the content (or non-content, rather) of my plate is constantly being scrutinized and criticized, like I have some sort of a disorder or something…
I sometimes get the feeling that it’s socially acceptable to have dietary restrictions when your goal is to lose weight but once that weight is gone, you’re expected to unwind, let loose a little, you know.
Having dietary restrictions solely based on the intent of keeping fit and healthy? You must be a freak!
So anyway, I was sitting in a restaurant the other day with a bunch of people when the conversation got to my “crazy dietary restrictions” once again. Funny thing is it started with them discussing the possibility of ordering a piece of carrot cake to share for dessert.
Of course, that brought up the almost inevitable, too often heard comment: “But you, Sonia, you’re not ALLOWED having that, right?”
Although unintentionally, my eyes rolled.
Like yeah. If I dare touch that piece of cake, the police will come rushing right through that front door and take me away with unnecessary force!
Please, please let me get one thing straight, I said. I am ALLOWED eating ANYTHING I want. A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G! Only I CHOOSE not to eat certain foods.
Of course, someone then had to bring out the classic “Well, I strongly believe that everything is good, in moderation” argument.
Everything. In moderation.
Apparently, this works beautifully for them. And they make it feel like their vision would be right while mine is undoubtedly flawed. Abnormal. Unrealistic.
Yet, they seem to always have some health issue or another to talk about: poor digestion, regularity issues, frequent UTI, liver problems, difficulty getting out of bed in the morning, constant tiredness, lack of energy, diagnosed elevated blood sugar…
Oh, and of course, every now and then, they’ll bring up the issue of that unsightly fat and how they’re gonna need lipo someday, to get rid of it once and for all, you know.
But hey, everything in moderation IS good, right?
No thank you, not for me!
Here’s what I choose to have in moderation: physical discomfort, health issues, body fat… and well, yeah… Some of that cake!
So, about that cake… let’s get back to it, shall we?
I’m not going to bs you and tell you that this one was a piece of cake to make.
In fact, I came *this* close to chucking the whole darn thing.
For yeah, it was a wicked witch to make.
But you know what? In retrospect, I realize that most of my struggles were mainly due to my cutting corners and failing to line my cake pans with parchment paper.
This resulted in my cakes sticking to them BIG TIME. They clung to the pans like their very lives depended on it.
How I managed to save them and extract them from there in one piece is still a mystery. (well, ok, I’ll be honest: it wasn’t exactly one piece, but few enough pieces that I was able to put them back together and make it look all nice and beautiful and good as new.)
And I’m so glad I did! Chucking this puppy would have been such a disaster!
That cake is serious business! It has to be the richest tasting carrot cake I’ve ever had. You’d swear it was filled with loads of butter! Plus, it’s insanely moist, tender and melt-in-your-mouth soft.
And despite containing no refined sugar whatsoever, it’s unbelievably sweet and deliciously spicy. Seriously, you would NEVER guess that this one was nutritious if you didn’t know.
How about that frosting? It plays its role to the absolute perfection:
- It adds that little hint of creamy, a bit of tangy and just what it takes of salty.
- It cements everything perfectly together.
- It turns the ordinary into extraordinary.
- It makes you want to close your eyes and lose yourself in the moment…
As for the toasted coconut, I think it’s the absolute perfect complement for that cake. In fact, it’s such a magical combination that I can’t even begin to understand how come I never added it to my carrot cakes before now.
Final verdict? Carrot cake, cream cheese frosting and toasted coconut go absolutely perfectly well together…