“Okay, but why are you sorry?”
“Because you got mad.”
I’m at the stage in whatever process I’m in – book-writing, middle-management, big-kid parenting, all of it – where I would like to turn a few pages back in this choose-your-own-adventure story of life. I accidentally set a meatloaf and four sweet potatoes on fire on the barbecue this week and then cried because Nick ruined dinner by spraying it with the fire extinguisher. How could he. If a little char adds flavour, what might a little incineration do? I guess we’ll never know.
“But do you know why I got mad?”
“It’s just something you do sometimes when I break stuff.”
Remember when we were teenagers and the high school teachers had us fill out those aptitude tests to find out what we should be doing with our lives, as if that meant anything? I took the test twice because my first result was “street performer.” I have no musical talent and it rains for months at a time here. My second result was “embalmer,” and I panicked because HOW WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? (Side note: what the hell, 1990s Surrey School District administration, did you buy the discount testing package?!) I was terrible at science and failing math and worried that I wasn’t meant for anything that would support my future cat family and ability to finally own a pair of Mavi jeans. Instead of aptitude tests, teachers should tell teens about all the things they will have to juggle one day, effectively and with a smile, and all their “what am I going to do with my life?” fears would be replaced by “how can I avoid all of that?”
Maybe worrying about your future career path is pointless. Maybe they should give kids parenting workshops so that they know what to do when they inevitably find themselves bested by the world’s sassiest five-year-old.
Aside from “marry rich” and “don’t teach your children to talk,” I don’t have many answers. But perhaps I can make a suggestion? Don’t try to be the kind of parent and partner and worker the internet thinks you should be, at least not all at once, and don’t sign your five-year-old up for soccer and T-Ball at the same time while you try to write a book and work a full-time job on five hours of sleep per night. Another suggestion? Eat cake for breakfast.
Ontbijtkoek means “breakfast cake” in Dutch, and the Netherlands is a place that in a lot of ways has its priorities in order. There is comfort in something that feels just a little indulgent, but still a little nutritious. Not that nutritious, though it has a reputation for it; traditional recipes for this particular delicacy boast of the whole-grain goodness of rye flour, and that there is no fat to speak of in the bread. Traditionally, it also calls for a bucket of honey and molasses and sugar, but that is beside the point. Health! Health?
I wouldn’t exactly call this health food, but I wouldn’t call it junk either. It is wholesome, somewhere between a bread and a cake. Drier than cake, but sweeter than bread, if that makes sense? It’s a very nice way to start your day, especially with a big cup of coffee or tea, and a generous smear of butter and a drizzle of honey. Coffee and cake for breakfast are how I’m surviving the chaos of little boys, and grown-ups who want to add to my to-do list and food that just engulfs itself in flames at RANDOM and not through any fault of mine. I’ll let you know if it works.
The rye flour in this loaf makes it more substantial than a typical loaf cake, and the molasses means it’s not as sweet. It’s virtuous cake, if there’s such a thing, and it’s meant to be eaten in the morning.
- 1 cup whole milk
- ¾ cup fancy molasses
- 1 egg
- 1 cup all-purpose flour
- 1 cup dark rye flour
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- ½ tsp. Kosher salt
- 2 tsp. ground ginger
- 1 tsp. ground cinnamon
- ½ tsp. ground allspice
- ½ tsp. ground nutmeg
- ¼ tsp. ground cloves
Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease a 9″x5″ loaf pan, and set aside.
Whisk together milk, molasses and egg. Set aside.
In a large bowl, combine all-purpose flour, rye flour, baking soda, salt, ginger, cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, and cloves.
Gently work the wet ingredients into the flour mixture until dry ingredients are just moistened but not lumpy.
Spoon batter into prepared loaf pan, and bake for 45 to 50 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the centre of the loaf comes out clean.
Turn out onto a wire rack to cool. After ten minutes, wrap it tightly in plastic wrap and cool to room temperature. Will keep for about three days.
3 thoughts on “Cake for breakfast.”
Interesting, I’ve been “into” rye lately, and not just drinking the Rye Old Fashioneds.(splendid) My recent acquisition was a loaf of Baltic Dark Rye with Caraway Seeds….So, I’m liking the thought of this cake, especially with a generous side of butter and jam. Yum! an antidote to all life’s lovelies. BTW, have you watched Chef’s Table? The patagonian chef, Francis Mallman would agree with you on the charred dinner! Totally desirable
I loved that episode! But we will never know, as flame retardant is not particularly edible. Do you have a recipe for the bread? It sounds amazing, and like it would beg for a heap of lox and capers.
What a lovely read with some good advice as well! And a most interesting recipe!