CARROT CAKE REVIEW - No 38 - It Comes In An Effin Tin !

 

Friends of ours sent us a What's App message saying they had bought something specially for me, fresh that day. This was the mild level of teasing mystery we have come to expect. Then another message said - we've left it on the patio in your back garden. So, by the time we got home later that day our curiosity was fully roused. What exactly had they left 'for me'. We found a bag from a North of England  cafe/bakery chain called Heavenly Desserts, singularly devoted to serving desserts, cakes and confectionary. Inside the bag, was the gift of a tin with a label declaring it contained a carrot cake within. Ah, now I understood what all this was about. A subsequent message confirmed the intent with a - Looking forward to the review! I was being goaded into assessing this -carrot cake tin thing. 

Well I was, initially, tempted to not deign to respond to such blatant arm twisting. But my response to this confection in a can, did create a near compelling need to cough up a bit of catharsis. This could not pass uncommented upon, surely! Of course the 'in a tin' concept is essentially a gimmick. But it did have one very practical application that I don't really have to vex my imagination much with. You can buy a tin sized piece of cake, and without having to ensure its carefully packaged in a confectionary box or nurse it like a delicate vase, travel all the way down the A1 with it.  As a concept this evidently does work.

Whilst on holiday I'd seen probably the very same thing on sale in York, and was quite frankly dismayed at its mere existence. I mean how much further could you descend in turning finely crafted traditional confectionery, into a travesty? Well, not far, because that particular benchmark has frequently been transgressed. Read past reviews I've written, for the tawdry road of shame full sized proper carrot cake confectionery can drag you kicking and screaming down. 

The tin is aluminium, about the size of a small tin of car sweets. Once opened, what you discover is not a neat piece of cylindrical cake in a tin, more a chaotic melange. The cake and the frosting roughly mixed up. It is in essence not a proper carrot cake, no layers, no fine finishing touches, more cake rubble shoveled in. It appeared to have all the right carrot cake ingredients, though definitely not in the right order.

You might say, does this really matter Stephen? After all this was a kind gift, so let us be kind about it. Aren't you just being a bit too prissy here? What does it actually taste like? Let us hear the review. Well, to my crestfallen surprise, the cake was not awful. In fact, if I hadn't actually been wolfing it down out of the said tin, my enjoyment might have been excessively perked. The cake mixture tastes as if its got a reasonable amount of carrot, and hence texture, to it. A sufficient suggestion of a spice mix, but not overwhelmingly so. It felt to have the right amount of weighty heft,  perhaps teetering mildly onto the wrong side of doughy. The frosting was an effective butter cream. You could casually encounter bits of catering quality chopped nut, of an unspecifiable origin, without being unduly alarmed by flavour. Dried fruit? Well, I really can't remember being struck by any shrivelled moistness, so I want to say none. No marzipan carrots, which is forever a blessed relief.  In a blind taste test, this would clearly have ticked some primary boxes suggesting approval might be to follow.

Begrudgingly, I have to admit this tinned carrot cake spoiled things, by taking the sting out of my desire for a vitriolic outpouring. To unreservedly and publically castigate it for its self-evident horrors. So I will restrain myself to emitting muted approval, the classic English equivocation of - it was not bad. If you're willing to completely overlook the tin that it's in - which I'm not. So with (qualifications ) the scores are in.

CARROT CAKE SCORE (Without Tin ) - 5/8

CARROT CAKE SCORE (With Tin) - 2/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW - No 35 - I Really Want To Be Kind, I Do Honestly!

Sheringham

A good coffee on a Sunday morning has a distinct pleasure all its own, particularly when you are down on the front in Sheringham. It was the day after a thirty two degree heat. In the late afternoon we'd had to prematurely curtail a meeting here with friends because it was just too unbearably hot, and the humidity had resulted in the hatching of whole flight squadrons of swottable flies. Which nonetheless swarmed around my medicinally blood thinned body looking for a convenient point of rest or entry. 

But on this particular Sunday morning we had the benefit of it being both bright with a strong along shore coastal breeze. The cafe is a summer favourite, and hence most favoured for our morning coffee's before I dispatch Hubby to his work. The coffee ,the view, the general ambiance, is great, plus the guy who owns and runs it is gregarious, affable,and an all round friendly cove. I've never been called 'buddy' quite so often before. So I really want to be kind, I do honestly, I like the place and the coffee here. The quality of the cake offering, however, is inconsistent across the range available. Its generally very good to...Mmmm...to what I'd reluctantly say dips below average. I usually have a tea cake, which is a stolid stomach filler, but consistently its a bit light on the sultanas for my preference. Someone in the bakery needs to get in touch with a more free flowing level and abundant spirit of generosity. 

They've taken recently to doing a regular 'try these out' feature cake. I guess to see if they are missing a trick. The Cinnamon Bun, unfortunately was way too heavy on the dough, very very light on the cinnamon/sugar. So today's offering of a Carrot & Pecan Cake, I approached with a degree of, eyebrows in alert, caution. It did look, on even a momentary glance to be suspiciously too light in both colour and texture. It was of course really a neatly portioned tray bake,(ie. not a cake ) to be momentarily pedantic. Yeah, lets leave that exactly where it is shall we. Lest we find ourselves becoming unkind in the process of not quite managing to overlook what is a 'majeur signe de danger.', as far as Carrot Cakes go in my estimation.

The texture, once it was in the mouth? Well, it unfortunately gave the feeling, at just gone 9 am, of being already a bit dried out around the edges. Did it have substantial heft and moistness? No, I'm afraid not. On the tongue there was a distinct granular sensation, coming at you from two directions simultaneously. One from the tray bake mix itself which appeared to have a higher than usual broken nut, but still bland, constituency. The other was via the unspeakably thin layer of 'vegan?' frosting that tasted poorly mixed - still half marge / half Tate & Lyle. The Pecan bit, well, that must have been that one plonked in the middle of the gravelly frosting   

Now Hubby asked me, just out of polite interest, had any carrot been creatively wafted in the near vicinity of this tray bake mix? Well, here was the most curious phenomena of this tray bake, one I have never ever encountered before. It had a thin layer of grated carrot laid as a base for the tray bake mix to rest on top of. You could visibly see errant strands of suspiciously carroty orange venturing to be part of the main body of it, as if they knew in their heart of hearts, in their very genes, where they ought to be. Its almost as if this were either an after thought, or someone forgot an important ingredient for any carrot based confectionery. Say not so, Sir that they might have done this deliberately, for aesthetic reasons! Thankfully no marzipan carrots, even though Hubby confesses to quite liking them.  

How kind do I want to be? Well, this kind.

CARROT TRAY BAKE SCORE- 4/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 33 - The Zen of Tray Bakes

Stiffkey Stores, Stiffkey, Norfolk.

There are days, believe it or not, when I'm quite inclined to be a little less stern, a little less didactic, a little less proscriptive. Here, for the record, is one of them. 

You should all know by now what I generally think about tray bakes. Or have you really not been paying sufficient attention? In brief, its lazy baking, it's not really a cake, it frequently hides faults that would clearly be seen were it a proper full sized cake. But halt, hold my horses before they bolt off into the wild horizon of fulmination and froth. Maybe it is possible for there to be exceptions made. If so, what would these be, and why? Please enlighten us, Oh carrot cake guru. Proceed to unfold your hidden truths.

Stiffkey Stores, unsurprisingly is in Stiffkey. Part Post Office, part general corner shop, part cafe and part a low key interiors store. A current iteration which appear as to have been much more successful than previous ones. Its become a destination. Because it covers some local village requirements and is a welcome stop over point for rambling tourists and otherwise. Including us. We frequently have broken our journey to Wells next the Sea here. Even though its barely four miles to go!

Flat Whites? Passable to good. A decent blend of coffee and grind doing most of the heavy work. The range of confectionery is, however, notable for its range and novelty. Most of which are pulled off. There is the usual preponderance of things baked in trays, innovative brownies, blondies rocky roads and other variations on a theme of pastry. Things quickly laid flat in a shallow tin, cooked on 160 fan, for 15-20 minutes, and allowed to fully cool, then cut with a knife. Voilà! Segments.

I ventured into the consumption of a carrot tray bake, because I was in the mood for a cheeky surprise. Call me intuitive, I was not disappointed. This small square of confectionery, as you can see from the photo, was cut to fit neatly and properly into its paper serving tray. Not slumped ungainly at an oddly precipitous angle, like an ill fitting shoe. Just because you provide food in disposable plates and cups, doesn't mean everything has to be thrown in too. With a bit of forethought, presentation is an easy thing to be mindful of and to master. Here they appear to give it some.

And so we come to the carrot tray bake itself. Pray tell us what that was like, and why this particular tray bake could overrule your Golden Rule No 3? Well, let us be clear. It still does not make it a cake. A tray bake is a tray bake, is a tray bake. But perhaps, as a tray bake it can hint at a greatness beyond the limitations of its shallow form. That if it were a fully formed cake would make it superlative. Also simply to attain the essence of a carrot cake, in a more minimalist genre of confectionery should be worthy of praise. With the necessary rejoinder - and now go bake a cake!

Now on the top of this carrot tray bake, was a wonderful cream cheese frosting, layered on generously with a pallette knife. Not even like low fat, or feverishly sweating in the heat of day.  Mixed with confectionery icing sugar, not caster sugar. It was thus as smooth as face cream but firm enough to show no sign of slithering.

The tray bake itself had a great looking texture. A smattering of succulent sultanas and spices one could genuinely call subtle. The requisite burnt sienna colour, in the characteristic rough stranding of a bake containing a far from paltry amount of carrot. It never ceases to amaze me that anyone would stint on an ingredient so central to a successful carrot confection. It would be comparable to refusing to put an egg in Eggs Benedict just to keep the calories down.

In short this was in the direct transmission lineage from a great carrot cake. It was all in that original recipe, but for a tray bake this was more than a cut above, what can often be a very low bar. Weighty and carroty, what else could bring such joy and pleasure to your mouth Stephen? I couldn't possibly comment, let alone blog.

CARROT TRAY BAKE SCORE - 7/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 32 - Oh, Prithee Try My Patience Not!

Cromer, Norfolk.

I mean, look at it. This feeble cake in its ill fitting paper dish. Already half sagging just with the gentle pressure of resting in it. It makes your heart doubly sink, that such a thing was thought decent to be brought into this world.  

Now, I like this place they try their best to act ethically and responsibly. They run a great little outfit, friendly, well organised and plugged in to their community. Going there is one of our favourite morning treats before work. I've written in rhapsodic detail in a previous cake review about their carrot cake, made by her Mum.  May she live long and prosper. It is the bees knees - made out of carrot.

And then there was this! Well, I guess they just needed to do it. Get the whole vegan carrot bake idea, off their chest, out of their system, a tick on their to do list - done. What's not to like? Well quite a lot actually. ' I'd be interested in what you think of it' they said to me. Obviously had not read any of my scathing reviews of other carrot tray bakes. Not to mention my general feelings about a carrot cake/tray bake in its intrinsically aberrative form . Otherwise, they'd have thought twice.

But, ever the willing customer I purchased this cake produced in accord with the ethics committee for saving the penguins from buying a freezer. Trying my best not to prejudge, to experience it lightly, free of bias or favour. Failed, at the first hurdle. Yes, we are back to the look of it. A smattering of chopped nuts, that's sort of OK. But it rests upon the most thin and pallid of frostings. As if drained of all life. Though the colour and texture look to pass muster, it is as if there's a palpable sense of something on the very edge of death. Ready to redissolve into its chemical constituents and sink into the cake

This was off putting. I almost dreaded the moment of proffering it to my lips, surrendering it to the mastication of my teeth, rolling it upon my tongue to savour its flavour. Otherwise known as putting it in my mouth. One has to shove these things in one's gob, or you'll never know will you? It might be a f-ing delight. So I persist out of a weighty sense of it being my duty, I might add. Oh, my giddy aunt, what have I done? 

It was like everything I've ever disliked in these ruddy confected vegan/ gluten free/ dairy free carrot bakes. All in one slice. First, let us be very very clear, this is a tray bake. And we know that offends Golden Rule No 6. But it has to be a tray bake because it would rapidly deflate under the weight of an actual layered structure. It has that all pervading sense of a bland carrot cake, being salvaged from tastelessness by adding  a boat load of spice. Which breaks Golden Rule No 1. Plus, its gluten/dairy free - Golden Rule No 3. I gag, but I do the deed and eat it. If you don't know what all that means I refer you to my Carrot Cake Review No 23, where I lay them all out in livid detail.

All I can say in its favour, is that it was moist. But moist in the way the Humber estuary is. As soon as cake hit saliva you'd got a silty sludge clogging up your food channel. I've mentioned before the 'Farley's Rusk Effect' of non traditional flours. Yeh, baby food. Here was an example classique. The frosting tasted as though it had been made from the spontaneous ejaculation of a distressed polar bear, metaphorically, not actually of course. Think of the animals. Though no banana in the bake mix. So we should be thankful for that small mercy. 

Gloop though! gloop!! gloop sticking to the roof of my mouth. Too polite to spit it out, I manfully attempted to swallow it, fearful lest it might cause a life threatening intestinal blockage. It was fine, but it did noticeably land heavily in the pit of my stomach, and rested there much longer than was comfortable or desirable on a chilly morning.

I gave them my full and frank review.  We haven't seen even a whispered suggestion of this cake since. Hopefully it has been ethically euthenised.

CARROT SCORE - 2/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 31 - Claggy as in Cement

 Sheringham, Norfolk

Cafés in our town are ten a penny, really good ones are a rare species. Most are not bad. Pleasant, but average you might say. Nothing to, scare the horses by producing a well rounded Flat White with great richness and depth. Buying a coffee here generally blurs the boundary between a cappuccino and a latte, whatever the coffee variety actually be being made. This, in my experience, is not unique to this town.

Suddenly, post pandemic, cafes in North Norfolk seem to have woken up to the fact that they are competing for business. Standards of confectionery have noticeably risen. The coffee quality has yet to follow suit. I do like this particular cafe, its very pretty, always has a welcoming feel and good customer service. Their coffee? Well let's just say three things - One, their Latte's are good. Two, their Flat White's come in two sizes Regular and Large. Three, their Latte's are good.

Its a universal truth that any shop has its set of Unique Selling Points, and the things that it regularly falls down on. Here its homely, friendly ambiance and customer service do much of the heavy lifting, to makes it an very attractive place for a return visit. Which we do, when we can. The coffee quality as I've said, is acceptable. The Cakes? Well it depends what you choose. Their quality can vary from great, to nice try, to that's a bit under cooked. But that is also quite a common fault in cafés. One can also unwittingly find oneself eating something made for sensitive stomachs without fully knowing it. Left  wondering what it was that was not quite perfect about that red velvet muffin.

But they did have a Carrot Cake on this occasion, so I showed myself willing to give it a try. I ordered my Large Flat White in the full knowledge that it would only be a strong Latte. For that was my subversive desire. The cake, well it had a good enough golden tan like appearance, a slightly feeble looking buttercream, and a texture of woven strands reminiscent of OSB board. So the visual impression was of a pleasant enough facsimile of a carrot cake. But as with all things, looks can be god almighty fibs.

As I put the cake in my mouth I was a little on edge about how it would be as a taste experience. Initially it was OK, yes, this was OK, wasn't it? As my taste buds got used to the new sensory sensations and began to interpret them, there was an odd transition in its texture. Rather than holding its weight and flavour, once saliva got to work on it, the texture dissolved into a claggy, then almost dry cement like after taste sensation. I recognise this. Oh, you all know what this is, don't you? This is some aberrant variety of gluten free flour unlikely to send anyone's stomach into a full disgruntled bloat. Give me strength my great Jehovah!

You know, I'm becoming tired, yes, really tired of the increasing pervasiveness of these sort of culinary subterfuges. Bakers are noticeable getting better at producing gluten/dairy free cakes that look convincing from the outside. But the taste experience still leaves me half aggravated, half disappointed. Too exhausted now for the full on fulminating rant.  

I like this cafe a lot, but its not because its an all round superlative experience. It can be patchy. But then when is any café ever such a thing? Not very often I would say. I can remember a handful, no, its less than a handful, of truly all round brilliant cafés. My expectations are always for something that is actually a very very rare occurrence. Where ambiance, customer service, coffee and cake quality all reach a peak of excellence. And that can be even harder to maintain.

But, please, please please, out of genuine concern for my continued mental health, could I be told when a carrot cake is made with gluten free flour and maybe I'll chose a bloody half macerated flapjack instead. Because I'm just so so so tired of the failed fakery of gluten free carrot cakes that would not upstage a Farley's baby rusk.

CARROT REVIEW - 3/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 30 - The Cake That Was Not There

 Norwich, Norfolk

Just when you think there is nothing new in the world of Carrot Cakes, either to be said or reported upon. Then you encounter something you truly hope is a one off, an anomaly, a catering glitch in life's kitchen. But perhaps this is a perverted new trend in contemporary cafés. And you, having been the first to discover it, must then alert the world to its manifestation in the real world. Its criminal and pernicious consequences pointed out. Consider this your early warning

Hubby and I were in Norwich. We'd just walked miles from the garage on the outskirts where we'd left Barbara to be investigated for a coolant leak. Desperate for a Flat White and a cake, as a well earned reward for making it this far on foot. Now Norwich, even if you only half know it, is not short of a cafe or two. We chose this cafe simply because it was there. We walked in, it was our choice. 

All I can say in our defense is - it looked welcoming, vaguely hipsterish with indications of a wholesomeness normally associated with a Health Food store.  Wobbly wooden tables, roughly sanded old floors, industrial style lighting, staff wearing full length aprons and a general ambiance of the improvised and upcycled. You get the drill.

We had to wait a while to have our order taken. Maybe we should've left. Unfortunately we were just a fraction too patient. Now in most cafes when I place my order for the game changing Flat White with a Carrot Cake chaser, I sort of expect that it will come in that sequence. In most cafés it does. The coffee arrives first - the cake will follow. Standard etiquette. Maybe I should have perceived this as an oracle for what was to come. The cake came first. So I sat there, for quite some time I might add, waiting for my Flat White to arrive before digging my fork into the cake. I do require the reassurance of the caffeine elixir being in full view. What if the cake turned out to be as dry as the Gobhi desert? Could there be anything worse? Well, read on.

Thankfully only one size of Flat White was offered. But on arrival it is served in a cappuccino sized cup. This is not good, and it wasn't. A strong latte coming up. Correction a weak latte was coming up. Oh dear, what was the cake going to be like? It looked a passable facsimile from the outside. But as soon as the fork went in, the cake crumbled into pieces. You put the fork into the broken off smaller pieces, and they shattered into even smaller bits of rubble. This went comically on and on, so before I reached 'totally crumb' level, I decided to just shovel it into my mouth. 

However, once it actually got into my gob I was baffled. Had I not just put cake in my mouth? Or was I imagining I did? Should there not be a sensation of carroty spicy flavours now running riot across my palette? Indeed there should have been. For whilst the cake had initially seemed to exist in the realm of solid form, its weight and texture all rapidly vanished, along with its flavour. Yes, disconcertingly, this cake had no flavour at all - At All! - No flavour - At All !! - Yes, you heard it, NO FLAVOUR - AT ALL.!!!!! 

I was so astounded I passed a piece to the Husband for confirmation. I hadn't suddenly developed an early symptom of Covid, had I?  But he confirmed it to be tasteless, sniffed and muttered - maybe a bit of banana. Yes, the infertile one. The flavour cuckoo. The infringer of Golden Rule No 8 . As there was no taste at all, how could that even be? So I could not concur. But the incriminating evidence was nonetheless stacking up. 

Then we came to the frosting, which fell out of the middle of the cake like it was the confectionery equivalent of a vaginal diaphragm. All of one piece floppy and rubbery. The top frosting being the same, but with a desultory dusting of a spice - maybe cinnamon, nutmeg, cocoa? I ceased to care. After further investigation I concluded the frosting wasn't even a particularly mutant form of buttercream, it was marshmallow. Yep, marsh - mallow. Sitting on the top like an off white layer of silicone bath sealant.

So what we have here was what I've always feared.  The logical culmination of every possible gluten free, dairy free, allergy free, vegan, bi-carb infused concoction, all being rolled into one cake. So careful not to upset or offend the ethical or digestive delicacy of someone's constitution that you don't just end up with a poor substitute for a carrot cake, but no discernible carrot cake at all. You produce a cake that is not there. A tasteless space. A carrot flavourless vacuum. A carrot cake that thrives in virtual reality, but not in mine. How can I even score a carrot cake that does not even exist? Well its a black mark for not telling me it was 'free from' - literally everything - for a start.

This was a truly awful experience. The worst carrot cake I have ever, ever had the misfortune to pass from my mouth through to my anus. Most cakes I can find it within my crusty old soul to find one redeeming feature to at least raise a score eg - to congratulate the baker for getting out of bed that morning. But, sorry I am not in a charitable mood. I am unwilling to even countenance an unwarranted kindness. 

This carrot cake deserves to be punished, and punished severely. It was an abomination. They could have served me an empty box with 'carrot cake' hastily scribbled in Biro on the top, and I would not have known the difference.

Stephen, Stephen, Stephen, calm yourself. Surely you have made all this up? Exaggerated this purely for comic effect. Unfortunately all this is true. A carrot cake with no redeeming qualities.

Be warned, this cake is now out there.

CARROT CAKE REVIEW - 0

CARROT CAKE REVIEW 28 - And So, To The Carrot Cave, Baby!

 Southwold, Suffolk

This is a petite fronted bakery/cafe on the main street of Southwold. The Two Magpies are currently on something of pincer movement across the lowly mounds of Norfolk, with new sites recently opened, or due to open, in Norwich, Blackney and Holt. Stumbling across them on a jolly to a favourite seaside town in Suffolk, was an opportunity to get a sneak preview. Like casually encountering a caravan park arranged on a Stalinist Gulag theme, its not to be overlooked.

The Southwold establishment is this aspirational chains source cafe. It is very tiny with only a few tables at the back and to one side of the serving counter. So the emphasis is primarily on takeaway. The first thing to notice is the terrific range of confectionery. I was absolutely wetting myself with glee at the choice. But I was thinking of my duty and devotion to you, dear readers, when I settled on a slice of carrot cake with my standard Flat White chaser.

So, lets get the Flat White over with. The one thing to say in its favour was that it came in the right sized cup. But a Flat White, well, it is so much more than a ceramic cup isn't it?. Its like congratulating me for turning up in clean trousers, with a body slotted inside them that's not seen soap for weeks. Well done, for getting the cup size right chaps. The coffee contained inside was... not good. The base coffee was far too harsh, with not sufficient depth or roundness in its roast. Hubbies Iced Latte was similarly coarse in flavour, so it couldn't be put down to the ubiquitous badly trained Barista. As far as their coffee goes, I wouldn't rate them very high on the Richter scale, or any scale for that matter. Creamy it was not.

But let's be fair, most businesses have their short comings, drastic or not. Most have a couple of unique selling points too. The Two Magpies win purely on the range and the superlative quality of the confectionery they produce. My first thought about the Carrot Cake was, that this was a f.....g massive piece! Three layers of carrot cake separated by the slimmest rendering layers of frostings. They obviously pay great homage to the same gods as me, as that frosting was the semi-divine cream cheese of legend.

As regular readers will know, a good cream cheese frosting these days is on the 'at danger list' for slipping into extinction. So it is Glory Hallelujah when I find one. I then cross my legs hoping it turns out to be a good one. And this frosting? Well it was very delicately sweetened, and had not been drenched in an unhealthy amount of vanilla essence either. It had a natural light texture and taste, tickling all the right taste buds mischievously on the tongue. Orgasm boys and girls, Orgasm!

And so to the carrot cave, baby! An excellent colour, a dark tan brown, with just a hint of ginger carrot strands woven through it like a jacquard textile. Once it hit my gob, it turned out to have an expertly balanced mix of moist and heft. Not so wet that it compacted under the gravitational force of its own weight, forming a squidgy foundation layer at the base. I've wasted my hunger on too many under cooked damp courses, thank you. Accompanied by that feeling in the pit of the stomach of a masticated cake settling like concrete pebble dash down there. Ugh! That sort of carrot cake is just not nice.

But no, I digress, this cake was weighty, but with that lovely textural feeling of lightly rolling on the tongue its uneven carrot strand bedecked nature. All done without much suggestion of it being over padded out with raisins, sultanas or walnuts. It was spiced, but in a subtly suggestive way. No danger of this one infringing my Carrot Cake Rule No 1 then. Bet you are all mightily relieved.

Something else, however, not to rate them on, is the cost. Be warned, though the cakes are way above normal in quality, two coffees and cakes turn in at around £16, which is steep! This cafe is then for special treats only. The sort of place you'd take your most life embittered Grandma, to impress her with the size of your love and largesse. If the coffee could be brought up to match the quality of the cakes, it might actually be worth it.

CARROT CAKE SCORE  7/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 28 - Quelle Surprise! Cake Sex!

Holt Garden Centre, Kelling, Norfolk

We were on a mission, to buy a container for a recently bequeathed gooseberry bush. We start off at Holt Garden Centre because its the closest  Venturing further afield should it disappoint, and in the past it has done so, frequently. During the lockdowns  Holt Garden Centre has undergone a massive makeover, setting them back two million pounds. But the outcome of it all is a Garden Centre that knocks spots off most of the local competition.

If I were to describe their previous cafe I'd have to say it was amateurish. Always looking if it was run by a gaggle of semi retired volunteers drawn from the Kelling WI - Friends of Holt Garden Centre division. The new cafe is large open, airy and no longer looks as though it was set up in a converted milking shed. Its stylish and spacious. Having quickly made our decision on the pot, we rewarded our aesthetic deliberations with a coffee and cake.

And....they had a Carrot Cake. It was a really foofed up one, flouncing on a cake stand. Saying look at me - Oo La La - smack your lips around this hustler. In short, it bore all the outward signifiers of a Carrot Cake posing provocatively in a red light district window. Such 'come hither' cakes can be the confectionery equivalent of Boris - over promising and serially disappointing. So, I was not holding out for a hero with this one. That sort is usually all provocative display and no cake sex.

I ordered a slice, plus the obligatory flat white chaser. Only one cup size of FW's offered, so no annoying sizeism here. It turned out to be a passably strong coffee. OK, but a FW it was not. The Carrot Cake, as I said had all its frilly knickers on show, with a half dried slice of orange stuck in the frosting like a Flamenco hair comb. The exterior circumference plastered in frosting. Pebble dashed exceptionally heavily with walnuts. Served on a roughly triangular shaped ceramic plate. Three raspberries on one side dusted with icing sugar, and the aforementioned half candied orange. One glance at the cake itself, titivating aside, told me that this was not a bad carrot cake. It bore all the visual indications of actually a rather good one. Quelle Surprise!

The texture looked good, an uneven mortar mix with sizable chunks of walnut grits mixed evenly across it. It was in short not stinting on the required ingredients of grated carrot and nuts. So thumbs up there. The taste was rather excellent. Finely balanced, it expertly walked the line between weighty and light on the palette, but had the necessary doughy gravitas that avoided sinking into being under cooked. 

Now a lot of carrot cakes lack confidence in the basic carroty experience of a carrot cake, and tip in a scree of mixed spices to fill in for the perceived lack of flavourings. Either that, or they are fraudulent cheap skates who will con you with a Spice Cake, but lets not go there yet again, eh? Here the spices were very well balanced, just a suggestion, not a clarion call to the international spice trade to 'send more nutmeg and cinnamon'.

The frosting was the only slight disappointment, it being a butter cream. Well actually not even butter if The Supreme Cake Maker is to be believed. He said it was margarine based. But having maligned it, I think I have to say this made a light, not too sweet or intrusive entrance. A compliment to the cake not an active takeover or aggressive drowning. For a marge sludge it was not bad. 

A well judged carrot cake all round. 

CARROT CAKE SCORE 7/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 27 - Agh!! No!!! A Walnut Cake!!!!

Holt, Norfolk

I will be kind - I will be kind - I will be kind - I will be kind - I will be kind.  But.......sometimes cafe's do not make it easy to be kind. So what follows is my best effort at trying to remain kind.

Hubby and I have during the lock down taken a few longer walks around a country park. This time, because the cafe was now open, we had a coffee and a carrot cake - en plein air. I had no great expectations for either. I was disappointed, but stopped just short of being driven to spluttering expletives. There was something very very wrong about this carrot cake. Quite apart from the cake, which we will come to soon enough, it was the butter cream, it had the most peculiar flavour. Hubby had the same cake and reliably informed me that the buttercream, rather than being made with butter which its name you would have thought made it obvious what the main ingredient of it should be, was substituted with baking margarine. Yes, I was shocked rigid too, if not jaw droppingly appalled. Hubby is sure it must have been done purely for reasons of cheapness, because its flavour was truly one of the most awful things I've placed in my mouth in a long time.

When we come, as we now do, to the cake I'm aware that it doesn't get any better I'm afraid. The predominant flavour was of walnuts. The texture was sort of OK ish, but I'd say a carrot had been magically waved over it in a homeopathic ritual. Then a carton of mixed peel was thrown in, because it certainly needed something to bring it textural ecstasy and satisfaction. 

If I was reviewing a walnut cake then this would be quite a nice walnut cake, with walnut brains decorating its bizarre tasting frosting. But as I'm supposed to be reviewing a carrot cake, which this most certainly is not, I think they should be pleased they got any carrot score at all. What they have been given, is there purely as a reward for the effort of getting out of bed to make it.

Oh boy, that was difficult, but I hope you are impressed - I kept myself f-----g kind.

CARROT CAKE SCORE - 1/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 26 - Unadorned by Greatness

Sheringham, Norfolk.

It's one measure of the effects of the lock down on the supply of carrot cakes to review. I'm now reduced to reviewing a loaf!  So here goes. Can a carrot loaf be thought of as a cake anyway? Isn't it just a tray bake by another name? Because if it is I refer you to the Golden Rules, they are not a cake. So I'm struck with the force of a mallet ie not that subtly - that this loaf off the Market is not one either. Plain and naked, without any decoration, no marzipan carrot facsimiles, thankfully. Its a loaf that is sliced vertically, so its certainly not a wedge. Cakes are cut in wedges. Therefore this loaf is not a cake. Move on.

I'm going to proceed as if I've not just said that, and just take this review as an exercise in culinary largesse.  The texture of this 'loaf' was the correct colour - 'Burnt Sienna'  and certainly in the right ballpark texture wise - a soft rubble. The base had the appearance of being slightly under cooked, darker and wetter looking, a bit depressed as if it had sunk from being sat on for a short while. Either that or recently defrosted and the moisture from the thaw degraded the robustness of its texture.

The loaf slice was actually quite substantial, they weren't being ungenerous with it at least. You could see the carrot stranding still and felt the moistness of it between your thumb and finger as you proffered it to your mouth. And when it went in? Well the first sensory impression was of...coconut!...and then banana!!....followed by an after taste of mixed spices. But none was worryingly long lasting. Their fleetingness indicates the flavour balance was not too queered by any one of them. It was a carrot loaf. The texture on the tongue was about right, except for that bit at the base where the unfortunate doughy quality spoiled its rubbling effect. It was fifty fifty between under cooked or defrosted, probably the latter by a whisker.

I can't review any frosting, inner or outer because there wasn't one. But for something that wasn't a cake in the first place, that was OK. Plain, but not offensive....for a loaf.

CARROT CAKE SCORE - 3/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW No 25 - Smoke & Mirror Cakes

Waitrose - Carrot & Passion Fruit Cake

I understand its difficult to make even a half satisfactory carrot cake in a factory. A true carrot cake is a highly unsuitable recipe for mass production. Its not a sponge cake, its generally heavier than most cakes and hence can be unpredictable in its outcome and cooking time. This is why factory produced carrot cakes invariably turn out to be just spiced sponge cakes, incurring my wrath and wither because, like a drug addict, they can't stop themselves from breaking not just one Golden Rule, No 1 but No 3 too. Cake makers, whether in a factory or in a cafe kitchen, can resort to smoke and mirrors, giving a carrot cake an exotic sounding name or ingredient and sticking marzipan carrots on it - they look like a carrot cake - but they're not even a short stroll away from being one.

So this Carrrot & Passion Fruit Cake from Waitrose was low in my expectations before I even snapped my lock down eroded dentures around it. They've branded it so because it sounds unique and sun kissed and not your common carrot cake found sweating under cling film on the stall of a Summer Fayre. Yet on the first bite you could be forgiven for wondering - 'So where is this Passion Fruit then ?' Turns out, in actuality, its only a very minor ingredient. Basically just a squiggle of passion fruit curd forming a double wavy line, like a pelmet, around the edge of the cream cheese frosting.  Smoke and mirror cakes dear readers, classic smoke and mirrors!

But!....Yes!!...a cream cheese frosting!!! - that'll shorten its shelf life. How do they produce a cream cheese frosting so thin yet stiff enough in consistency not to either sink with a pock marked grey drizzle into the cake or slide drunkenly off it? You would really have to scour the ingredients list looking for gums. That said, it was a recognisably cream cheese frosting and it caressed the cake with all the intimate fidelity of a life long lover. Touching perhaps, but not a passionate grapple on the croquet lawn.

Anyway, back at the cake experience. Well, unsurprisingly, it was spongy, but not so that it felt artificially pumped up. Carrots were higher up the ingredient list than you might expect, so the texture of the cake was more a light delicate rubble than an evenly whipped aeration. In terms of weight, well lets say it had cuddly love handles, lacking the expansive heft of a spare tyre swaddling its midriff. Plenty of sultanas moistening the mix. No discernible nuts!

If one were to overlook the smoke and mirrors, and I am on this occasion inclined to do so, it was not bad. For a factory produced carrot cake this made a passable approximation. 

CARROT CAKE SCORE - 5/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW ( Archive ) No 2 - Spice Cake Does Not A Carrot Cake Make

First Posted on my Perfect Carrot Cake blog on July 22nd 2017

Sheringham, Norfolk

The cake on the plate looked enormous, declaring itself a value for money slice of cake loud and clear. You could even see the gratings of carrot creating an orange speckled effect. The first taste of the cake was that it was rather fluffy and, I have to say, excessive in the lightness of its texture. I don't know about you, but for me, one of the characteristics of a really good carrot cake is that because of its primary ingredient, ie. the carrot, it tends to be a dense and weightier cake than most other species. When you envisage a carrot cake, fluffy, never comes to mind. I came to the conclusion that this cake was, in its very essence, made from a sponge mix with some large gratings of carrot thrown in for local colour.

So, it carries its carrot credentials a bit weakly. That said, it still had some carrot taste to it, plus a mild amount of mixed spice. The overall appearance and taste did teeter towards bland, which is a shame. Had it been served with a rich treacly sauce then it could easily have passed for a sponge pudding.

The frosting was a buttercream, stiff in consistency, though laid a little thinly so it became semi- opaque in places. Now I'll be frank, I'm no fan of buttercream on a carrot cake, as it usually ends up being too sweet and dominant, tending to drown any carroty flavour there may be. You rarely see a proper full creamed cheese on a carrot cake these days. I understand why, because this would shorten the lifespan of the carrot cake on the cafe shelf. Plus a cream cheese wouldn't suit low fat diets, dairy free or vegan customers. However much a buttercream is the safer choice, a cream cheese frosting remains, in my opinion, a much better compliment to a carrot cake's flavour.

CARROT CAKE SCORE 5/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW ( Archive) No 1 - Is This A Banana Cake In Disguise?

First Posted on my Perfect Carrot Cake Blog on July 13th 2017

Blakeney, Norfolk

At first glance, the cake itself had a good tan colour, with shards of walnut distributed through it fairly evenly. The butter cream, if indeed it was such a thing, was a little stingy, with an appearance of being thin in consistency, and hence no stiffness. That said there were no marzipan carrots on top ~ thankfully, and it was a decent wedge of cake, sometimes you can feel a bit cheated by the slither like size of a portion, but not here.

On taking my first bite, wait, what's this taste, its not remotely carroty, no, its bananary. The first taste to assail my buds, was of ripe banana. Quite a lot of banana, so much I handed it to Hubby for his first impression, 'its as if they've served you a banana cake by mistake' said he. So, mucho mucho banana! You can tell from its visual texture that it does have carrot in it, but the banana completely overpowers it, and any flavour from the walnuts is swamped and reduced to a textural highlight. In a lot of Carrot Cakes the addition of mixed spice or something similar, can be a mixed blessing. Very similar to banana, its very easy to put in a dollop too much. In this Carrot Cake there appeared to be little or no discernible spice flavourings at all.

The cake had a moist texture, but with a peculiar after taste that left a dry powdery sensation lingering on the palate, as if you've accidentally swallowed medicinal chalk. Hubby thinks this after effect and the banana, could be a sign the cake had no egg in it. The dry powdery sensation probably arising out of an excess of bicarb. If it was, apparently, a Vegan Carrot Cake, it was trying to keep very quiet about it. If you don't inform people, you are effectively saying there will be no discernible difference in experience between a traditional and your vegan carrot cake. If there is a discernible difference in experience then the consumer has every right to feel disappointed or short changed. A well made, tasty Vegan Carrot Cake is more than a theoretical possibility, but 'Hey! careful with that banana & bicarb Eugene.' I find I'm experiencing this floury after taste quite frequently these days, and its not pleasant ~ and avoidable.

The frosting, that all too suspicious butter cream, that most likely wasn't butter cream? Well, it tasted overpoweringly sweet, and not a natural sucra either. After the banana, this cream successfully stamps on any natural carroty sweetness there might have been, Though perhaps there was a not enough carrot in this Carrot Cake right from the start, which in my book is close to being an original sin.

CARROT CAKE SCORE 4/8

CARROT CAKE REVIEW 24 - The Golden Rules of Carrot Cake.

Perhaps I've erroneously assumed you knew what The Golden Rules of Carrot Cake are. So I've decided to publish them. Here they all are then,the twelve guidelines. Those things to look out for and be avoided by those who make carrot cakes and, more importantly, those who eat them. Never have to consume a maladroit, unpleasant tasting carrot cake ever again. You can no longer make the excuse that you did not know! Learn them or have your taste buds abused.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 1

A spice cake is not a carrot cake.
Blindingly obvious though this is, I have stomached this sort of fart inducing cake far far too many times. Grating a solitary carrot into a basic sponge mix, then trying to disguise the paltry amount of an essential carrot cake ingredient, by throwing in a whole sack load of mixed spice. This should fool no one of anyone discernment. It's not as if carrots are a rare and expensive root vegetable, they are not bleeding saffron! A bald man wearing a mismatched toupee only attracts more attention to the clear lack of hair, so why bother? This is the completely embarrassing charade of the rank amateur.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 2 

Don't be a Size Queen - Bigger is not Better
I've been caught out more than once by this. When ones eyes are bigger than your instinct or judgement, desire combines with gluttony and the outcome is rarely a good one. Why do we assume a larger slice of cake will mean a bigger piece of bliss will come with it? This should be a salutatory lesson to us all in the deficits of consumerism. Frequently as you sink your teeth into a huge slice of carrot cake, you experience the bursting of overinflated expectations. The moment it hits the palete it painfully informs you that your entire life experience has had all taste, satisfaction and meaning sucked from within it

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 3 

Marzipan carrots are spawned from the devil's a-hole.

To paraphrase Captain Beefheart - ' A carrot cake doesn't have to hit me to let me know it's there'. Similarly a carrot cake does not require those little orange almond paste turds arranged around it in a clock dial formation. Its a patronising insult, catering for some cliche of the confectionery simpleton. I prefer in a carrot cake a 'show not tell' approach. Fortunately these 'little bits of macerated shit' usually indicate a factory produced carrot cake. These are so often dreck anyway, the marzipan carrots just scream at you - avoid! avoid!! avoid!!!.... loudly. Please pay attention and respond according to whatever your level of personal integrity is.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 4 

A gluten free carrot cake is a fake carrot cake
In these days where relativity and sensitivity rule, how do we ascertain the true from the false? The pure carrot cake from the adulterated imitative facsimile? Sometimes a cafe doesn't even have the courtesy to tell you its gluten free, they perpetuate the illusion that whatever they substitute for the sake of those delicate of stomach, produces a carrot cake indistinguishable from the real thing. This is an arrant lie, the most greasy of egregious falsehoods.  Let us call a spade a spade. I'm fine with gluten free cakes etc etc, etc ( I'm grovelling quite low right now ) but if I want a carrot cake that is free of being gluten free where can I now go? Increasing the range of choice is fine if it works for everyone's benefit. But there is a point where its held like a sword of Damocles over you, and one persons expanded choice becomes another persons diminished choice and loss of quality.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 5 

A carrot cake recipe cannot be strained.

This is pretty much a repetition of No 4 but extended to include dairy, egg, wheat, nut free etc etc.etc ( Oh how tired I am of my neutered invective)  One day there will even be carrot free carrot cakes and the ludicrous degree of substitutions to a carrot cake recipe will have reached its complete nadir. Once you start messing with a recipe that's taken generations to refine, you start having to throw all sorts of unmentionable things into the recipe mix simply in order to cement the dam thing together. The result is either the nearest thing you can find to an orange brick, or an over-puffed cake that disappears into dust or a Burnt Sienna slurry once in the mouth. Yuk!!! 

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 6 

Tray bakes are not real cakes

Making a superlative carrot cake is an art.  There are many diversions, wrong paths you can take, that walk you away from the path of righteousness and truth. Tray bakes are one. Tray bakes lack everything that make a cake enjoyable, the care over presentation, the layering, the complementary flavours, the frosting choices you make, I could go on and on. With all these delectable choices to be made, why the frack would you even consider a tray bake? How often do tray bakes have marzipan carrots on them? There, I rest my case. Tray bakes are just lazy baking. Do not ever allow yourself to be so brazenly short changed.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 7 

Drowning it in sugar will not disguise its blandness.

Imagine you've made a carrot cake, a delicately flavoured thing. You then make a frosting, which in order to make it stiff you dump a whole ton load of icing sugar into it, or worse, a few too many pipettes of saccharin. What you end up with is a cake which you can no longer really taste, it is a dead cake, very effectively strangled whilst having a sugar high. 

Now, stretch your visualisation still further, and conjure up the remote possibility, that you've actually made a particularly bland carrot cake. One you would be hard pressed to identify in a darkened room. Then slaver it with overly sweetened frosting, or even icing sugar with a bit of water. Then weep like the Madonna of Syracuse, tears falling down your cheeks, a compassionate wreck, as the icing dribbles like a sweaty moron down the side of the cake.  Sugar never rescues the bland.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 8 

No Banana! do you hear me, No Banana!!

Many of you will already know of this bet noire. Its one of those tendencies, particular in the dairy free cake, to use the banana as a substitute glue. In a carrot cake once banana flesh enters the mix, like an alpha male, who will simply take over and dominate the proceedings, overpowering and beating the subtle humility of the carrot cake flavours into submission. It becomes de facto a Banana Cake in all but name. 

What I find really annoying, is that until it enters your mouth you do not realise what has been done to you. Perhaps you get a slight whiff of it as the cake wafts by your nostrils on the way to your gob. But by the time the cake has gained entry into the temple of your taste buds, it will be too late, The Banana Masquerade will have been successfully perpetrated.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 9  

Before I buy tell me exactly what I'm purchasing.
Give us the information master, do not let us stray from the straight and narrow through lack of adequate signage. Be clear about what confections you are offering up to the world. Do not practice a deceit upon any true believer, nor withhold or be economical with the truth. It's a sacred right of any cake worshiper to know exactly what is to be offered for their digestion. Whether it's gluten free, vegan, dairy free, wheat free, or made with the yogurt of Tibetan Yak milk thrice fermented through the yeast infected sock of an old man, etc etc etc, just bloody well say so. 

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 10 

Sponge cake with grated carrot thrown in, is an insult.

This is, I acknowledge, rare, but it has been known for disreputable cafes to serve up a basic sponge mix and simply throw in a few strands of grated carrot and voila its a carrot cake. If there were such a thing as a Cake Licensing Board, I'd be on it. Issuing cafes permits only after stringent retraining and quality control to serve particular types of cake have been passed. I'd insist on regular refresher courses and inspections. So if I discovered anyone passing off a basic sponge as a carrot cake they'd lose their license immediately.  They'd be humilated in the catering press and the chef banned from ever running a cafe ever ever again.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 11 

Keep it Traditional - experiment but be convincing

The true, authentic and blessed traditional Carrot Cake, is currently fighting for survival, in the face of attacks coming at it from so many fronts at once. Many find issue for health, dietary, ethical and ecological reasons with one or multiple ingredients. So actually to find a cafe that still makes a straightforward classic carrot cake is a very rare delight indeed. Simply to ensure its continued existence I have endeavoured on my blog to pioneer, uphold and defend it in its original and purest form. 

That said, occasionally a carrot cake does successfully stretch the traditional envelope by experimenting with adding orange rind or other such 'moderne' ingredient. If this is a convincing innovation whilst remaining at an identifiable adjunct to a true carrot cake, then I'd be the first to applaud.

Golden Rule of Carrot Cake No 12 

The Sultana Paradox

Part of the lusciousness of a truly weighty carrot cake, lies in its happy blend of texture and moistness. The nuts add grist to a carrot cake, as do the sultanas with their globules of re-hydrated grape. However, there is one unforgivable sin with regard to the use of sultanas. This is when they're used simply to compensate for a general lack of moistness. I've eaten a carrot cake as dry as the Gobi Desert with only speckles of sultanas within it as the sparse oases of moisture. It had more in common with kiln dried wood or a five year old Panettone than a carrot cake. So as with many things the context is all.

Postscript

Here in the midst of our pandemic strewn lives, it seems harder to remember what a flat white and a slice of carrot cake eaten inside a cafe is like. Once we are free again to indulge ourselves in public spaces, will we just be grateful to just stuff any old dross down our gullet, or will we stand up and fight not just for more - but for better?  Awful carrot cakes are being made all the time, some probably lurk still, frozen in a fridge, waiting to be defrosted and catch you unawares once the doors of cafes can fully reopen. So be vigilant.

Until we can once more safely widely venture further out, I'll be re-posting a few past Carrot Cake Reviews, over the next few weeks, to both instruct and torment your appetite.

CARROT CAKE REVIEW 23 - Sponge Bob Not Pants

 Sponge Cakes Ltd, Holt

After the edible gloriousness of the last carrot cake recipe, did we now come crashing down to earth with a more prosaic version? Well, this slice of carrot cake was made by Sponge Cakes Ltd, situated on the delightfully named Sponge Rise in Holt. This is, wait for it, my first review of a mass produced gluten free carrot cake. Good, got that sentence out without implying a modicum of snooty disdain.

Hubby and I were taking our last day off before re-opening the shop after lockdown. We were doing a favourite circular walk down the promenade from Wells next the Sea along the pinewoods to Holkham Bay, down Queen Anne's Drive to the Hall and back through the estate to Wells. On the way stopping off at the beach cafe for a takeaway coffee and cake. They'd just re-opened so the choice of cakes was not extensive or that appealing. Now that I'm not averse to reviewing commercially produced confectionery, I feel a degree of glee at embracing the unknown and sampling a gluten free slice of carrot cake. Sealed neatly in its cellophane wrapper, it fitted the bill for that moment. It was a carrot cake, in a landscape at the time generally devoid of such things. 

Gluten free confectionery is rarely an unassailable triumphe in my world wearied experience. Most substitute gluten free flours are not ideal for cake making. So any bakers main focus will be on finding ways to overcome their very evident deficiencies. Which is why the texture and flavours of the cakes are often an overlooked feature of them. For god sake man after all the culinary ingenuity and effort put into them you want it to taste good too. Yup, I most certainly do, otherwise what really is the point that's trying to be proved here?

So what is there to say about this carrot cake? Visually it looked the part, a health tan colour, with a suggestion of carrot and sultanas across its very precisely cut rectangular slice. It was moist, probably to a fault, with irregular gaps across it, as if to prove this was never some homogenous gloop from start to finished cake. The Demon Cake Professional thought that in a blind test he wouldn't have identified it as gluten free. A certain powdery dry aftertaste being a frequent malady of such cakes, this was fortunate not to fall into that particular pitfall sur le palate.  

One look at the ingredients list shows how this was achieved. By using five different flours ( rice, potato, tapioca, maize and buckwheat ) they've covered most of the basic deficiencies which using only one gluten free flour would leave largely still vacant. Also its primed to the hilt with raising agents, plus eggs. Though carrot lies way down the list of ingredients, it didn't taste like it was suffering a carrot deficit. Even the topping and filling, a vanilla flavoured butter icing, was far from sickly with its coyly chopped walnut nestling in it. Quite firm in texture and flavour, but not attracting too much undeserved attention to itself. Though it definitely was a carrot cake you could tell it was factory made, there was just something about its even consistency that gave it all away.

But, for a gluten free carrot cake this was one of the better attempts I've tasted so far. Gosh, that wasn't that hard to say was it?

CARROT CAKE SCORE - 4/8     

CARROT CAKE RECIPE No 4 - Toe Curlingly Good

Recipe from the BBC Good Food website a Classic Carrot Cake by Micheal Caines

As this was to be my birthday cake, made for me by Hubby ( TDCP - The Demon Cake Professional ) even he expressed a certain nervousness about permitting me to review it.  However, once it came out well, and what's more one of the best carrot cake recipes that I've tasted, he was much happier to let me loose on a recipe review. 

There are carrot cake recipes and then there are carrot cake inspired recipes. The latter perhaps started out believing they were carrot cakes, but ended up a sponge cake with mere decorative pretensions. This recipe is not one of those. One glance down the ingredients list and your jaw drops through the floor at '525gms of grated carrot!' Carrot cake recipes frequently operate between 150 - 350 gms max of carrot, most baulking at anything over 250 gms. One can perfectly understand why, because the more carrot you use the overall moisture level in the mix increases and cooking it becomes trickier if you are to avoid a doughy undercook, ingredients sinking or soggy posteriors. So 525 gms is bravery indeed.

Grated carrot was the second largest item in terms of weight, but the largest by far in terms of bulk. The rest includes a very moderate two and a half teaspoons of cinnamon, the one and the only spice. This was just sufficient to complement and enhance the earthiness of the carrot, but was never in danger of breaching Carrot Cake Rule No 1. Like all the best carrot cake recipes it is not shy of sugar ( 550 gms ) nor of eggs ( 5), and adds a couple of teaspoons of bicarb for good measure too. Vegans will be saddened to hear.

That leaves the fat -vegetable oil, the flour - plain, a half teaspoon of salt and 150gms of chopped walnuts. The walnuts are for me always a crucial ingredient, they break up the even texture of the grated carrot and give your teeth something to bite into and savour the nutty flavour hit. And its not a small scattering either, when you looked at a wedge of this cake the walnut aggregate is spread like a marbling effect evenly across its flanks. There are no sultanas in this recipe, but then you would only add them if you were concerned about the cake lacking moisture. In other words, sultanas are often used as substitute cover for a general lack of carrot.

The suggested cooking time of an hour and a quarter was, so Hubby informs me, not sufficient to really cook the cake through. Though once released from its spring form tin, it was indeed a magnificent edifice, like a segment cut from a pillar. The frosting was classic, traditional and understated.  A cream cheese base ( hurrah!) and added caster sugar rather than nightmare amounts of icing sugar. You'll always tend to use too much icing sugar whilst attempting to bulk up and stiffen your cream cheese. Cream cheese has a lovely astringent after taste, easily lost in a packet of icing sugar. Also TCDP wanted to make candied curls of carrot slices for the top, an idea he pinched from Martha Stewart of all people. Dusted with castor sugar these were a gentle sweet hit to play on the palate when you ate the frosting with the cake.  

All in all this is a classic carrot cake recipe that I was unexpectedly more than a bit bowled over by

CARROT CAKE RECIPE SCORE - 8/8

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