First of all, thank you so much for the sweet comments you all left me on my last post. You guys were right; a couple days away from blogging was just what I needed. Your encouragement means the world.
If you are one of those people who doesn’t remember holidays until the day before and don’t have time to bake a really nice cake for your mom, this recipe is for you.
Ya’all know I don’t have any experience with that … forgetting stuff.
I already wrote about my mom, but since you obviously can’t sum up your mom in one post AND you all seemed intrigued by my incredible writing from last post (ahem) I’m going to share my pet story today. Get some kleenix’s and a whole tub of ice cream, its a real tear jerker.
Long time ago, when I was but a wee little girl, a cat showed up on our doorstep. We lived in the middle of nowhere (shout out to the lake!) and cats often just appeared. Only one left, but several stayed. The last of them was a big, mean tomcat who we decided to call Eli. I’m not going to sugar coat this – he was plain mean. He clawed at you if you walked close by and he hissed like nobody’s business. I was scared of him, but heroically just said I couldn’t stand him and that was why I avoided him.
We also had a super sweet cat named Samuel who got beat up in a fight with Eli. This didn’t help my affections at all (I sound like Jane Austen … ) Anyways, we lived on the lake, next to this small cliff, and were surrounded by a forest. So it wasn’t unusual to see a bobcat roaming around the house. What was unusual was that Eli took on the bobcat, tumbled down the hill, and came back, wounded, but the winner. He had a hole in his ear that never grew back and I think it was then that I realized how protective he was. I still was scared of him though! What set Eli apart from our other cats, was that he loved babies. We always had a baby around the house (there are eight of us!) and although he would threaten us older kids, he would let the baby crawl all over him, drooling all over his hair, and pulling on his tail. I don’t know how he knew the baby didn’t know any better, but he definitely knew there was a difference between me and Elizabeth.
Long story short, we found out he had diabetes, then we moved, he ran away thanks to all the new lady neighbor cats, we spent three days driving all over our new country neighborhood, searching for him, I cried every single hour and didn’t know why (I hated him, but protective instincts cannot be ignored) and we finally found him mostly dead (princess bride anyone??) Though really, he just sat huddled on his blanket until we could get him to the vet. That was when he stole my heart. Something about him being in such pain and so vulnerable brought out the mama bear in me. I loved on that cat like none other and he finally reciprocated. I don’t know if it was having to survive three days without insulin or what … maybe it was the fact that I actually talked nicely to him, that could be it, too But he became my cat and everyone knew it. He slept with me, on my bed, every night and I fell asleep to his purring every night. I loved the way his eyes squinted up when I rubbed the bridge of his nose and then behind his ears. He became the biggest teddy bear ever and we were buddies. I didn’t realize until I was trying to find a photo of him on this computer that it has been six years since he died. Back then, we didn’t have a lap top and all the pictures were put on the downstairs computer. It is amazing how fast time flies! It’s been a while since I’ve really missed him, but he will always be my favorite cat.
How does this related to my mom? Well, she had to give him insulin shots every single day for a really long time. I just don’t do needles. And I don’t do sticking them in cats. But she did it cheerfully, lovingly, and willingly until he died. Even though he was my cat, I was not going to give him shots. Mom was a trooper. (actually, she did cadavers in college, so I really expected nothing less from her 😉 )
So, ice cream tub empty? No? Then I know you have room for this cupcake. It takes less than five minutes to make and is absolutely spot on in texture and taste to funfetti cake. Its amazing, really. I’ve made more mug cakes than I can count, but I’ve only posted one because many of them didn’t taste like real cake. (The one I posted was actually a brownie recipe, so this is the first ever mug cake recipe on STL!) It is buttery and moist and paired with the creamy raspberry ice cream, utterly delicious. I just used the word utterly … ok. Also, I went out and got So Delicious almond milk to use in the mug cake. Thanks to it, the oil, and the vanilla, this was the softest and most cake like mug cake I’ve ever made!
Go make this. You could share with your mom, but … just double it and enjoy it together!
**I’m entering this recipe in the So Delicious and Go Dairy Free Spring Fling Dairy-Free Recipe Contest. **
- Mug Cake:
- ¼ cup all purpose flour
- 2-1/2 Tablespoons sugar
- ½ teaspoon baking powder
- ¼ cup So Delicious almond milk
- 1-1/2 Tablespoons oil (melted coconut or vegetable)
- ½ teaspoon vanilla extract
- ½ Tablespoon sprinkles
- Raspberry Ice Cream:
- ¼ cup So Delicious Culinary Coconut Milk
- 3 Tablespoons raspberries (I used frozen)
- 1 Tablespoon powdered sugar
- For mug cake:
- Combine all of the mug cake ingredients in a bowl and mix well.
- Lightly grease a mug or ramekin and pour batter into it.
- Microwave for 1 - ½ minutes at power 7.
- Let cool before removing from ramekin or mug.
- For ice cream:
- Combine all the ingredients well and freeze for 15-30 minutes.
- Scoop onto cooled mug cake and enjoy!