How I’ve longed for you! For your delicate and sweet morning light, your temperamental winds, your wise and patient blossoms! But, most of all, how I’ve longed for the freshness of your fruit and greens, for the flowers underneath my balcony, for the sweet buds in the trees! I can’t help but celebrate you in the most delicate way I know: with a light cake, full of promises and enthusiasm. The type of cake that you can eat without any regret, because it is made with pure and simple ingredients that don’t know how to hide.
Raw cakes are incredibly easy to make. One could argue that they’re nothing but frozen baby food in a springform pan, but one couldn’t be more mistaken. Sure, anyone can puree fruit in a blender, but there’s more to it than that. Ingredients must be chosen wisely, they must sit well with each other and combine into a firm yet creamy texture. I don’t have a high speed blender and I suffer for it, but that doesn’t mean I give up: I mix and mix until I get the best results I can – after all, a little crunch never hurt anybody.
To celebrate my newfound lust for life, I decided to go for a berry-walnut-almond mixture. The crust incorporated some coconut flakes too, but it was mostly about walnuts and – guess what – dehydrated plums and dates. I can’t stress enough how important it is to have high quality dried fruit for this type of cakes: a rich, soft pulp is what you’re looking for in every occasion. I decided not to hydrate the walnuts used since they were quite fresh and willing to subside into a homogenous paste.
We had this cake after a heavy Sunday meal, which included pasta and bruschetti and a lot of other good but heavy stuff. It was the perfect ending to that meal, so light and refreshing that we almost didn’t even feel we had dessert. It won everyone over, and not just because it looked perfect, but because of its tangy-sweet taste and delicate consistency. The contrast between the chocolaty crust and the lemony cream was just perfect – what a treat! Plus, it was gluten-free AND vegan, so what’s not to love?