Okay, people. Here’ve got a fluffy, moist (word cringe, sorry), delicately coconuty cake that is rammed full of wholesome spinach that you can’t even taste. We’ve even gone all trendy-like and iced it as a naked cake. It’s green and it looks like a party.
What are we celebrating? I’m not really sure. Perhaps nothing, perhaps everything. Do we even need a reason to bake a cake? We could look out in celebration at the wind, the rain, the sun, the clouds of grey and clouds of white, the birds, the trees, the cars, the fields, the glass towers, the urban wasteland, a brick wall. Look out of the windows we have and the windows we want. We could eat cake and celebrate life as it is, the life we had or the life we wish we were living. It doesn’t matter. We can eat cake happy and we can eat cake sad. We can eat cake.
So come with me and mess the kitchen, drop flour on the floor, forget our aprons and smear batter on our jeans. Join me in fishing rogue eggshell fragments out of the bowl, licking the spoon and doing the washing up. We can enjoy the creation and anticipation, then impatiently wait for it to cool. Later, looking out of houses, cars, boats or offices we can see views whose beauty or desolation has dulled into indifference as we eat a slice of cake and daydream grand thoughts of wonder. Or check our emails.
I baked this in charming little 6″ pans so that I could have all the layers of a celebration cake without it being HUGE. I iced it with whipped coconut cream icing, but you could try sweetened Greek yogurt, buttercream, cream cheese, anything. Tempted by spinach and coconut cake? Try it. You can’t taste the spinach, but that bright green colour is pretty special.