So let’s talk about the coconut cornmeal cake.

Fuck it. Let’s Tarantino that shit. I’m gonna show you how it turned out first, and then we’re gonna go back to the start. Where it all began. With the cornmeal.

I can’t lie to you. I had to make this bad boy twice. Not because I fucked it up the first time. No. Because it was so good it never even made it to the whip cream topping phase. So I had to make it a second time, so I could top the shit out of it. And I’m telling you now that took discipline. I wanted to eat that fucker. Wanted to eat it bad.

The first time around I followed the recipe EXACTLY. Like to the T.

You see those little fingers? This shit was so easy to follow that my three year old helped me make it. This shit was made with love. And anticipation. And spoon licking. (Don’t  you worry. I made him wash his little hands before we started. I can see you getting all concerned about dirty fingernails and bogeys. Calm yourself. The cake was clean.)

Once out the oven,  it didn’t fucking last long before we had to try a slice. It smelled so irresistibly good. After that it was known as pacman cake in our house.

After that it just disappeared slice by slice. It was gone in less than 24 hours, and  then I had to make a whole second cake just because I needed to try it with the whip cream. And…well…Just because I wanted to.  You don’t say no to this cake.  It’s like a sexy girl in stilettos. It always gets its way.

Second time around, I made the cake without the help of my son, and left half the sugar out. I’m not sure what happened. Maybe it was the missing sugar, or maybe I didn’t mix it well enough…Or maybe it was some other crazy cake voodoo that only happens when a small excited child is helping you. Whatever the reason, it didn’t turn out as good. The first time it was divinely fluffy and light. Hence the whole, I’ll just have one more slice, and then…just one more. It was so light it didn’t make you feel full. It didn’t weigh you down. You could fly with this cake. Light as a feather.

Second time round, it didn’t rise in  the same way. It was more compact. Still goddamn delicious.

I topped it with the whip cream, and even on it’s own it was tasty as hell. But then I had an idea and I threw the blueberry sauce from the Thug Kitchen oat griddle cakes on top too and some fresh blueberries I had lying around. Man it was goooood.

Relax! I’m going to blog about the griddle cakes soon enough. (spoiler alert: they were awesome) I just wanted to wait and blog the cake first. Once I’d  topped it.

With a cake this good you can eat it morning, noon, and night. It’s certainly tasty enough. Like the Thugs said, this cake is ‘so fucking right it hurts.’

I don’t know how healthy it would be to eat cake three times a day, but I am 100% sure that it would be way better than eating some store-bought bull shit full of e-numbers and other crap. The Thugs know what they’re doing, and they would never do us that way. Real Talk.