Let me start off by stating that this post does not contain a recipe.
Stream of logic // events:
Trying on the nun costume for the new Staatsballett-Berlin production of Don Juan.
Ballettmeister starts humming "Maria".
Iconic image of Julie Andrews twirling in a field pops in to mind.
Favorite things is inevitably stuck in my head - for days on end.
Pssst, hey, is it schnitzel with noodles... Or is it knödels? (I think I’d prefer the latter)
I'm suddenly craving carrots and hummus.
And cake. (But that’s more or less an on-going thing.)
At this point I'm thinking, why not combine a few of my favorite things and make a carrot cake with frosting made out of chickpeas?! Something along the lines of a sweetened version of hummus.
Fab idea, right?!
First of all, super healthy because there's no butter, and tons of um... fiber?
And secondly, it's got so much protein and veggie-goodness that it's practically a meal in itself.
Right, so cake for dinner anyone?
A few days later, armed with a massive can of chickpeas, I got to work.
I threw together a quick batter chock-full of shredded carrots, pistachios and raisins for the cake, and got to work on my frosting.
I peeled the chickpeas, blitzed them up, added some tahini, and kept blitzing. The mixture got a bit dry and clumpy, so I added some milk... The consistency seemed right.
Then I started incorporating the powdered sugar, and that's where it all went downhill. The frosting got runnier and runnier. The more powdered sugar I added, the runnier it became.
I enlisted help from my helpful roommate who was going to the grocery store. She returned with more chickpeas. More peeling ensued.
In a futile attempt to save the frosting I blitzed the extra chickpeas in the food processor and added them to the gloppy mess. There was no difference. I think at this point I gave up and left the hummus frosting to stiffen up in the fridge. It did. Marginally.
Still refusing to accept defeat, I iced the cake and pretended that decorating it would solve the problem.
The cake looked convincing enough.
Until it started to ooze.
and continue to oooooze.
My heart sank.
I needed some cake pronto.
I got the good knife out, and as soon as I cut in to the blob, the frosting splat out from all directions, making it even blobbier than it was before.
There was nothing to do at this point but laugh.
(To be honest, when I took a bite, the cake tasted good and the frosting was remarkably similar in taste to red bean paste.)
The moral of the story is, never trust a "brilliant idea" after a long day of rehearsals. The truth is, by that point your brain is probably mush, and your thoughts are probably oozier than failed hummus frosting.
Maybe one day I'll muster up the courage to try again, and we'll revisit Mr. Carrot-Hummus cake. Who knows, maybe practice really does make perfect...?
Good idea or bad, bad idea? What do you think?
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