Speaking of new tastes, do you remember your first oreo? First candy bar? Of course not, but you've probably heard about it. Your parents were trying to keep you off the stuff for as long as they possibly could but then, one benevolent aunt came along and saved you from a childhood of aromatic deprivation. Your eyes lit up and suddenly you were a fiend for the sugary pleasantries of life.
Not being able to have any kind of sweetener or sugary fruit for 3 or 4 months, I was able to experience in memory what that was like. Over break, Joseph and I went to Mischou, an incredible bistro in Pike Place. Among other things we got a little bit of a wild rice mixed salad without realizing that it had been sweetened in orange juice. The first bite blew my mind. My eyes lit up and I exclaimed, "It's so sweet!" staring at Joseph, incredulously. Like a pioneer at Christmas, I was full of appreciation for the intense syrupy brightness oranges contain within.
Since I'm not supposed to have oranges, strictly speaking, I couldn't allow myself too much of this delight but it reawakened my insatiable sweet tooth. Joseph convinced me that I would like xylitol (for whatever reason I decided I didn't want to go down that path earlier on) and I subsequently was able to make this cake, replacing the splenda with xylitol. In two weeks, I made that cake three times. It's phenomenal. I'm currently in the process of trying to replicate it but with sweet potatoes. I'll keep you adrift.
Not being able to have any kind of sweetener or sugary fruit for 3 or 4 months, I was able to experience in memory what that was like. Over break, Joseph and I went to Mischou, an incredible bistro in Pike Place. Among other things we got a little bit of a wild rice mixed salad without realizing that it had been sweetened in orange juice. The first bite blew my mind. My eyes lit up and I exclaimed, "It's so sweet!" staring at Joseph, incredulously. Like a pioneer at Christmas, I was full of appreciation for the intense syrupy brightness oranges contain within.
Since I'm not supposed to have oranges, strictly speaking, I couldn't allow myself too much of this delight but it reawakened my insatiable sweet tooth. Joseph convinced me that I would like xylitol (for whatever reason I decided I didn't want to go down that path earlier on) and I subsequently was able to make this cake, replacing the splenda with xylitol. In two weeks, I made that cake three times. It's phenomenal. I'm currently in the process of trying to replicate it but with sweet potatoes. I'll keep you adrift.
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