If you ask any of my friends to name one vegetable I simply won’t eat, chances are they’ll say carrots. I don’t know what it is about them, the color, texture or taste when eaten raw, I just can’t seem to get over this childhood aversion.
However, when it comes to carrot cake, all bets are off. I’ve had a long-standing love affair with this dessert for as long as I can remember. I simply adore it, with or without frosting, single layer, triple layer, you name it, I’ll eat it. I have very fond memories of watching my grandmother prepare the best carrot cake in a 1960’s era kitchen. No modern appliances there. Moist, light, not overly sweet with a hint of cinnamon.
In the last twenty years, I can’t recall ever coming across a carrot cake as good as hers, and trust me, I’ve had my go at more than a few. I recently read an article somewhere mentioning Sugarplum Cake Shop as having the best carrot cake in Paris. I couldn’t possibly pass up a chance at finding a carrot cake as good as my grandmother’s.
Well let me tell you, it’s quite truthfully the closest I’ve come. It’s only taken twenty years and a couple of extra pounds on the scale but definitely worth the wait.
My grandmother is no longer with us and I’ve never been able to perfectly replicate her recipe. Now I don’t have to anymore, I can simply drop by Sugarplum, enjoy a slice and think back to sweeter times, standing in her kitchen spending an entire afternoon baking.
So tell me, is there a food or drink that brings you down memory lane? I’d love to hear all about it.
(Sugarplum is closed until the 23rd of August, so be patient, it’s totally worth the wait!)