Carrot Cake with Coconut

Carrot cake with coconut is a great way to incorporate vegetables into desserts. Baking it with little helpers allows time to reflect on the skills these small creatures need to be great adults. We are raising adults, not children.

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By this, I mean, I expect my children to be behave as adults once they are adults. In order to do this, they need to learn responsibility now. It is their time to learn how to treat other people with respect, how to take care of themselves, how to follow the rules, and when they should question them. It is the time for them to fail. As children, when they are loved and supported, they get to make mistakes that adults should not ever make.

This is a hard job for parents.

As a parent, I run into plenty of adults that are basically decent human beings. They have meaningful and sustainable jobs. They are active in their communities and their churches. Plenty of them are people that anyone would like to hang out with. And then you start to see those small cracks. Those things that don’t seem like that big of a deal, until they are.

My husband and I had a conversation in the car the other day.

“Do you still like me?” I asked him, knowing it was a stupid question.

“Yes, of course. You are one of my favorite people.” He replied.

“That’s not what I meant.” I said. I realized how much like a stereotypical girl I sounded in that moment. “What I meant is, I am feeling vulnerable right now because I’m working through all of the incidents of the last week. I just finished the book “the Circle” and we saw that episode of “Brooklyn 99″ and all of that is just playing around in my head. It leaves me feeling very outside of myself. I would like to feel more connected to you so that I can feel grounded.”

He looked at me and took my hand. The warmth and strength of his hand grounded me. He knows exactly how hard he needs to hold it to keep me steady. He let me talk.

Last week at work, I attended a meeting to discuss an improvement that needed to be made. During the course the the meeting, I was yelled at by 2 out of the three men that were in the room. The third stayed silent.

Apparently people don’t much like being questioned about why they did something they did. Even when it is literally my job to ask those questions.

They yelled at me.

I wasn’t aggressive, I was calm. My questions were valid. They didn’t see it that way.

Not to make light of the situation, but the details of it are not relevant and may be embarrassing to the people involved. The crux of it was that I was put in a very uncomfortable situation and had to try to maintain any sort of composure. Because I was taught to. I calmly said “If you are going to continue to talk to me that way, I will leave the meeting.” It didn’t stop. I did a quick mental evaluation. My feelings about my treatment seemed less important than the work. Also, I didn’t want to cause more drama or be seen as “emotional”. I held back my tears as well as I could and continued to walk the men backwards through my logic. I wasn’t wrong.

As I was discussing the incident with my friends, they pointed out all the things I could’ve done differently. “Maybe you should just stay quiet.” “It might be a good idea to lie low for a while.” “Let us know if we need to come into meetings with you.”

After I reported the incident to HR, some colleagues told me to not expect much. “They see these guys as too important to the business. They are used to being able to do what they want.”

In follow up meetings, they referred to it as “perceived” yelling.

All of this was in my head when I asked my husband the first stupid question. I followed it up with more. “Do you feel like your opinions are valued at work? What happens at your work when you disagree? “

He assured me that his experience was completely different.

I looked over at him again. “Here’s the thing. It’s not even about me. It’s about our daughter. We’re trying to raise her to be fierce and independent. We encourage her to ask questions and to explore her intelligence. We’re trying to teach our boys about respect for all people. They need to be sensitive about how they treat women.”

A friend of mine was at trivia with her colleagues. As she leaned against a table, a drunk guy came up to her and grabbed her ass. She whipped around and yelled at the guy. He basically laughed it off and said “It’s your last chance to get with this.” Her colleagues sat there and did nothing. They had all had extensive training about prevention of sexual harassment. But harassment, someone would argue, needs to be a continued pattern of behavior. One incident doesn’t mean harassment.

It doesn’t make it better.

As a parent, I take my role seriously. I want my sons to not be the men that yell at women and tear them apart. I don’t want them grabbing unknown women’s asses. My daughter should not go into a room and be set upon by men who should know better.

So we talk. I bring them into the kitchen with me. We bake, we cook, we talk. They tell me about their days and ask about mine. We talk about the good things. They tell me about the bad things. We discuss the “truth”. We discuss how people should be treated. When I have a bad day, which isn’t often any more, they know to listen and try to understand. They know how to give love and comfort to me and each other.

And through all of this, through the conversations, they are learning how to cook. The kitchen is becoming a home to them.

“Hey, can you put this butter in the mixer, please. It needs to be on about 5. So tell me what happened?”

“Honey, if you’d put the carrot peeler away properly, you’d know where to find it now.”

“What do you think the next step should be?”

I’m not always patient, I’m not always kind. I apologize when I’m wrong. I also serve them the carrot cake with coconut they made and decorated while I taught them a little more about being a grown up.

My daughter’s favorite parts of the carrot cake with coconut are licking the beaters and putting on the sprinkles. My favorite part is listening to how they interact with each other.

Sometimes a carrot cake is just a carrot cake. Sometimes it’s a lesson in raising adults.

The Recipe:

Carrot Cake With Coconut

A moist carrot cake with warm spices.  The coconut adds a bit of tropical flavor making this a perfect cake for any time of year
5 from 1 vote
Prep Time 20 minutes
Cook Time 35 minutes
Total Time 55 minutes
Course Dessert
Cuisine American

Ingredients
  

  • 2 cups Sugar
  • 1/2 cups Cooking Oil
  • 4 Eggs
  • 2 cups Cake Flour sifted
  • 2 tsp Baking Soda
  • 1 tsp Salt
  • 2 tsp Cinnamon
  • 3 cups Carrots ground
  • 1/2 cup Shredded Coconut
  • 3/4 cup Pecans

Frosting

  • 4 oz Cream Cheese
  • 1/2 box Confectioners’ Sugar
  • 1/2 stick Butter

Instructions
 

  • Mix together sugar, oil, and eggs.  Mix dry ingredients together.  Add dry mixture to creamed mixture.  Stir until well combined.  Add carrots, coconut, and nuts.  Mix well.  Pour mixture into a 9x13x2 pan.  Bake at 325 for 35 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean.

Frosting

  • Blend cream cheese, butter, and powdered sugar until spreading consistency.  Spread onto cooled cake.

Notes

As you can tell from the sprinkles, I made this cake for Easter.  It was a hit!
Keyword Carrot Cake

Church Windows and Darned Good Candy

3 Days until Christmas!

Before I even begin with discussion on these recipes, I need to comment about those mini colored marshmallows.  Do they really exist for a reason outside of small children, jello salads, and grandparents? DSCN3523The first time I heard about Church Windows cookies (are they cookies or are they candy?) was after our tree fell on our neighbor’s fence.  It might be the biggest event this neighborhood has seen in a while.  It was such a big event that as we were cutting it down, neighbors from the senior housing facility put out their chairs, plugged in their crockpots, and sat outside to watch.  I treated them to some rhubarb brownies and some chocolate chip cookies.  Some of the men came over to help.  We started chatting about Christmas cookie plates and he told me about the church windows cookies.  I assumed he was talking about stained glass cookies, but when he described them, this was exactly what he meant.  I never expected to find that recipe among my great-grandma’s.  DSCN3526No matter what the recipe says about double boiler, melt the chocolate in the microwave.  It’s so much easier.  Put it in for a minute, stir it after a minute, it might need another 15 or 30 seconds, but it won’t need much more.  Stirring these bad boys is hard.  It’s messy and involved.  DSCN3520Ok, so flavor…think something like rocky road.  But vaguely fruity with coconut.  They aren’t bad, but probably best in small doses.

As for the candy…who in could resist something called “Darned Good Candy”?  I made it wrong the first time I did it.  Use chopped pecans instead of whole pecans.  It makes a difference.  I also learned to not put hot candy on waxed paper.  Guess what happens?  It sticks.  You end up with delicious candy that leaves paper in your mouth.  So these pictures are of the second time that I tried making the candy.  DSCN3522

Darned Good Candy is like a caramel taffy.  It’s stiff and it’s creamy.  It’s got buttery undertones and the pecan flavor permeates the whole candy.  Yeah, it sticks to your teeth, but in the best possible way.  It’s really darned good.

Church WindowsDarned Good Candy

Darned Good Candy

3 cups sugar
1 cup sweet or sour cream
1 cup white corn syrup

Bring ingredients to a boil.

Add 1 heaping cup of chopped pecans and 1 tsp salt.  Boil to a very hard ball.

Add 4 TB butter and 2 tsp vanilla (mix until butter is melted).

Let cool 10 minutes.  Start beating lightly until mixture begins to hold its shape.  Drop by spoonfuls onto a greased sheet.  (I shaped the warm candy into small oblong pieces).

 

Brownie Cordial Cookies and Anise Candy

6 days until Christmas…

DSCN3503Growing up we went to a church that had a phenomenal Christmas bazaar every year.  There were certain things that could not be missed.  In the tearoom, you could sit and drink hot cider and eat a selection of Christmas cookies and cream puffs stuffed with chicken salad.  There were the baked beans.  Sadly that recipe didn’t make it into the church cookbook.  I’ve been attempted to recreate the beans.  My mom had the recipe at one point, but it might’ve gotten lost in a move.  The beans were that good. DSCN3504You could tell it was time for the bazaar weeks ahead of time.  The familiar fragrances of the church, the incense, Murphy’s oil soap, old wood, and beeswax, would start to become entwined with the smell of sugar and anise.  DSCN3507At the bazaar, a cut glass punch bowl would be piled high with baggies full of jewel-like red and green candies.  My siblings and I would always make sure that my mom bought at least one bag.  There were a few years where I would bring my own money to secure my own bag.  Anise is one of those flavors that not everyone likes.  I get it.  But it takes me back to those days of helping in the tearoom, exploring all the goodies, conversations in the kitchen with the “old” church ladies.  And the color is so pretty and this anise flavor isn’t very strong. It’s more of the suggestion of anise than a powerful anise flavor.  DSCN3506Since those days I have helped 2 churches start their Christmas bazaars.  One turned into an event with a fancy wine and cheese night and silent auction.  The other is an amalgamation of sewn crafts, canned food, lefsa, fresh bread, herb butters.  I was the official bread maker for years. DSCN3508 Ok, enough of the sentimental drivel and let’s get to cookies.

Chocolate, cherries, coconut.  They are soft and chewy and vaguely taste like the cherry cordials that my husband insists on every year, but grown up and better.  I considered breaking into my stash of brandied cherries that I made earlier this summer to experiment with, but realized that these cookies should be more child friendly. (Which is the same reason I didn’t put brandied apples in my apple pie, although that was tempting also.)  The recipe does not call for any decoration or frosting, but I had melted chocolate leftover from decorating the Real Orange cookies and thought it might look pretty and add a touch of class to the chunky brown cookies.  They provide a nice foundation to my cookie plates and create a nice balance of flavors and textures.  (And aren’t they pretty?)AniseBrownie Cordial Cookies

 

 

Groovy Teen Bars

Groovy Teen Bars Recipe

Are you concerned that your teen or preteen is just not groovy enough?  Do they seem a bit down in the dumps?  Maybe your son wears his polo shirt buttoned all the way up to the top button.  Perhaps he has no idea how to roll up his sleeves or loosen his tie. Maybe your daughter can’t see past her very proper twin set and pearls.  Perhaps it’s time to turn off the Pat Boone and put on some Janis Joplin and serve your teen a plate of these groovy treats (while wearing a tie-dyed apron, of course).DSCN2676

This was one of those recipes that I knew I had to make.  When we were kids my mom served us something called a “Teen burger.”  This is a fabulous creation that is like a hamburger and a sundae all at once.  Literally a scoop of ice cream on top of a burger with all the fixings.  Our introduction to this recipe used chocolate marshmallow swirl ice cream, but mom said the proper way to do it was really vanilla with chocolate syrup.  My sister has continued the tradition in some of the exotic places she has lived and for some reason, I have never made that for my very groovy kids.

However they did get to eat an entire pan full of these bars.  I can’t remember who was coming to visit when we made them.  If it was you, please comment and let me know.

Ok, so what do you need to know about these bars? (I just re-read the recipe and realized that they are only for boys.  Maybe no one wants groovy girls?)  They are pretty good.  The fudge, egg white, nuts,and coconut topping was a little weird to make.  The crust was super easy. DSCN2684

I found another recipe in the archives that must be for the girls.  It’s called “teen bars”.

So if you want your boys to be groovy or just make some bars especially for teens, put on the lava lamp, burn some incense, and get super hip to this recipe.  Let your hair hang down and…who am I kidding?  I’m not even slightly groovy, even after eating these bars.

The Recipe:Groovy Teen BarsTeen Bars

If you like this recipe, check out Gumdrop BarsCorn Flake Bars, and Easy Bars.

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