This post is sponsored by The Teff Company, who mills exceptional teff flour and harvests teff grains.
About this Pistachio Cardamom Cake:
Warmly spiced with cardamom, buttery and tender, it is absolutely good until the last piece. Plush and slightly dense, slicing like a dream. My intentions were to leave it unfrosted, but I’ve been thinking about cloud-like cream cheese frosting since seeing this one. Lightly sweetened, it adds just the right contrast of tang and creamy to every bite.
I made it the first time assuming the batter would be green, and quickly found out that only happens if you use raw pistachios. Wha, wha. And the toasty flavor from roasted pistachios was way too good to abandon, so it’s a lovely golden color in its own right.
As you’ve seen with many of my baking recipes, I used ivory teff flour (you can also find brown teff flour, but the ivory is wonderful when you don’t want the the finished product to be darker or color of other ingredients to be overshadowed) and tapioca starch, making it gluten-free. I try to keep the number of different flours to a minimum when I’m developing recipes, and that’s one of the reasons I love teff so much.
It’s the grain component, but at the same time has enough starch produce elasticity, without gums. It also has a natural nutty sweetness, perfect for baking. I’ve switched to using The Teff Company’s flour, as it has a very fine, super soft texture, shockingly comparable to all-purpose, better than any other I’ve tried. The company plants on fertile Idaho fields and uses ecologically-sensitive farming methods, something they’re very passionate about, as am I.
I’m not sure what I like best about this cardamom pistachio cake…. it’s casual loaf pan style, the tender crumb, or the fact that it gets better each day it sits, letting the flavors drift deeper. I’ll leave that for you to decide. ☺️
About Being Childless, By Choice:
As women, we all have a story regarding children. Whether we we have them, long to have them, have lost them, or choose not to have them. There is admiration, love, and courage behind each of those situations. This is my story.
I had an inkling from a young age that I would be childless. While the other neighborhood girls fought over who got to hold the newest addition to the block, I let one of them have my turn. The little peach fuzz head and tiny feet peaking out fro the blanket were cute, but I wasn’t all that interested. As a teenager, I babysat for family friends, but the feeling of being trusted and earning money was where my satisfaction came from, not the caregiver role. And while my high school girlfriends were planning their husbands, the kind of house they’d live in, babies names, and how old they’d be when each piece of the puzzle took place, I was breaking up with my long-term boyfriend, knowing we needed to let each other go in order to fully experience college (in different states).
I can remember the exact moment I told my parents I wasn’t going to have children. We were sitting in an airport on our way to Florida for a college golf tournament, and at 19, I stood firmly on my feelings. They both looked at me in shock, disappointment, and maybe even a little anger. Not having children wasn’t the norm, which for a family who lived in very logical order and societal standards, didn’t sit well. Their legacy wouldn’t be carried on by me, and I’m sure there was some thinking about themselves, wanting to be grandparents.
“How can you be certain right now? What are you going to spend your time on? Why would you want to forgo such a beautiful experience? Who’s going to take care of you when you get older? What if you fall in love with someone and they want to have children?
You’ll change your mind. It’ll happen just one day, like a light bulb.
You just need to meet the right guy.
And you’d be such a good mom.”
That might be true, but only if I actually wanted to be a mom.
That desire has never been there. It didn’t come with time. Or meeting the right man. Or a lightbulb moment. It doesn’t make me a better or worse woman. It just makes me, me. And maybe you, you.
Losing my independence has always been at the heart of the matter. Selfishly, I want to live my life on my time and fulfillment instead of making sure someone else is taken care of. I want to be able to travel at the drop of the hat, and make spontaneous decisions. I want to be able to focus on whatever priority needs attention at any given time – whether that be health, relationships, hobbies, my job, or simply what makes me happy. I want to be financially responsible for only myself.
I sometimes feel ashamed, knowing there are many women who desperately want to get pregnant but can’t, and then there’s me who chooses not to. But I remind myself that whatever our story regarding children is, it is our own. A bond we have as women, and one I believe leads us to be supportive towards one another, whether the time calls for empathy, joy, or acceptance.
If you make this Pistachio Cardamom Cake, be sure to tag me on Instagram with @heartbeetkitchen or hashtag #heartbeetkitchen!
This recipe is adapted from Smitten Kitchen's Pistachio Cake. As an Amazon Associate and member of other affiliate programs, I earn from qualifying purchases.
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This recipe is adapted from Smitten Kitchen's Pistachio Cake.
As an Amazon Associate and member of other affiliate programs, I earn from qualifying purchases.