I love cake. I know you love cake too. But why do we love cake so much?I have a theory.
Smells and flavours work together and have an enormous power. They allow us to travel in time, but always to the past. When we eat a slice of cake, we travel directly to our first memories. Our childhood memories. When I eat a good cake, I remember the smell of my grandma’s kitchen and other peaceful and emotional places.
Cake is a comfort food. Maybe the best one.
I love cakes and I love desserts. Give me a dessert and I will show you a true smile. Also, I love cooking and that’s what we Brazilians call “the union of hunger with the desire to eat”.
I am proud of my carrot cake. Not too sweet, amazing smell, best flavour. It’s the recipe that showcases my best performance in the kitchen – I’m not a chef, remember that. I use my cooking moments for fun and a kind of therapy.
For years, I have tried to find the ideal recipe: books, magazines, internet. And I’ve never found it. My solution was to follow the French chemist Antoine Lavoisier: nothing is created, everything is transformed. I messed up with some cakes until I found my ideal recipe.
And I don’t have any pleasure in keeping the formula to myself. Firstly, it’s very simple. Secondly, if my carrot cake is good for me, I want to share the same happiness with other people. This cake experience that takes me to the first years of my life. Wonderful years.
I’m a journalist living abroad since 2015. I’ve never written about me or “my food”. It’s the first time, but this carrot cake deserves it. I’m so far from the place I was born and cakes give me just old and good memories. With great power comes great responsibility. If food is love – and I believe it is – cakes are the heart.