Don’t look for the pixie dust in this recipe. I did not find any. Except if fairies rolled in my cinnamon powder on Sunday morning. There was a lot of dust on my kitchen table – teff flour, nut powder, coco sugar – but this earthy-colored dust almost fell of my thoughts like dust from the cover of an old book. Nothing to do with my crush for Mr Rock-My-Spud. This Father’s Day was filled with a myriad of scents and flavours guided by the lost voices of the men we loved and left us too early. Their scents too. Tobacco, leather, dry mud, warm wood.
I did bake my Sunday morning cake with an earthy feeling thinking of my grand-dad and one special other man. Cinnamon and nuts came to me naturally in this story. Teff flour as well as it has a light hazelnut flavour. And raw chocolate for its strength.
All my Sunday cooking actually reverberated my nostalgia.
Because it is never too late (or too early) to cook for someone we love – even if this someone is gone – here is the recipe of my Time Cake. It really acts like a time machine in my mouth.