Fancy Breakfast Friday: Raspberry Butter Cake

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As I may have mentioned, my camera is broken so I have to get a job to pay for the repairs, thanks A LOT SONY! So I didn’t even bother with fancy photos for this raspberry butter cake.  I went through a huge stack of magazines and tore out recipes and this was one that appealed to me.  Raspberries, whole wheat… it sounded healthy.  (Note, I did not read that butter was in the name of the recipe at first.) Then I saw almond flour and I recycled the magazine.  I have enough going on in my life, I don’t need to buy almond flour.  But then the very next day, my friend told me she had started making her own almond milk and had an almond flour by-product if I wanted any.  Serendipity!  I told her I would be happy to take her almond flour and I grabbed this recipe out of the recycling.

Time passed and it cooled off enough to run our oven.  I grabbed a thingy (unit of measure) of raspberries and I planned to make this.  Then I read the recipe again and I thought… “2 sticks of butter? That’s a lot.”  and then I thought. “7 eggs?  Well I guess if I am going to serve cake for breakfast, it should have 7 eggs in it.”

It was very good.  (2 sticks of butter.) And moist.  I know some people hate the word moist.  That actually makes me use the word more, especially to describe cake, and especially when the cake is really moist.  Like, 2 sticks of butter and 7 eggs moist.  It was a little greasy.

I gave a tiny slice to my friend who gave me the almond flour.  I should have given her more, but we were going camping that day, and I thought I needed 75% of a cake to get through the weekend.  This was true, people get hungry camping and a moist cake on a desert camping trip will dry a lot of hangry tears.

I served the cake slices with a bowl of yogurt and a slice of bacon.

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One thought on “Fancy Breakfast Friday: Raspberry Butter Cake

  1. Laura

    Fabulous as always. I don’t hate ‘moist’. I hate ‘ripe old age’. That is just so gross either way. If you are trying to be positive, and are like, I am the ripe old age of a perfect mango, well gross. And if you are like sad, I’m the ripe old age of a 2 week past canteloupe, well gross.

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