Depression Cocoa Cake

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"My Grandma Ableman always called this her 'depression' cake because that's the year she she tried the recipe and because many of the times she made it my Father ran through the door causing the cake to fall!" 

This is how Mary Ann Behn tells the story of this cake in the church cookbook handed down to me when I got married.  I have shared before that I not the most highly skilled chef on the planet.  Speed, nutrition and quantity speak to me most in a recipe.  My go-to recipes rarely come from Barefoot Contessa's, svelte tv cooks, nor anyone named Julia. : )  More often than not they come scribbled on index cards.  They were shared by women who favored tightly set hair made just so in these: 

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…women who sported loose button down blouses worn over polyester pants and tie shoes, more often than not with plastic framed glasses to boot.   They would not be considered fashionable by today's standards, nor particularly savvy about gourmet cuisine. They were more concerned about how to use up all that extra zucchini. They knew well how to fill a lot of plates and how to secure happy smiles from those around their tables. 

This cake has appeared in my kitchen regularly in recent months since it is cheap and easy to make and lends itself well to adapting to coconut flour.  I will give you the original directions along with my modifications:

Depression Cocoa Cake 

1c. sugar

1 egg

1c. coffee or sour milk (it comes out fine with water or reg milk too) 

1/3 c. cocoa

1tsp. soda

1/2 c. shortening (I use veg oil)

1/2 tsp salt

1 and 1/2c. flour (I use 3/4 c. coconut flour) 

"Cream sugar and shortening.  Beat in the egg.  Alternately stir in dry ingredients and the liquid.  Sour milk makes a richer cake and coffee makes it a darker chocolate. Makes one layer or  an 8×8 pan. Bake at 350 until the middle is done."

Those are the 'official' instructions.  Here is the way its done here. I have never made the single recipe but always double it. An 8×8 pan is just a teaser here.  I mix the whole mess together, often right in the baking pan, call it good and throw it in the oven.  Because why? Because I am NOT the most skilled chef on the planet remember?  ; )   And, I often have someone in need of a diaper or bandaid or homework help or a sit in the rocking chair and it usually trumps creaming and folding.   Maybe there will come a day when no one is having a disaster during cake making.  That day is not this one, but I am not waiting until then for chocolate.  Nuh, uh.  

Now for the flourless part.  If you use coconut flour, only use half the amount of flour called for.  It will make a marvelously light cake that melts in your mouth.   I have not tried it any other way so you will have to tell me how it works out if you use other flours. 

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praying….twice


We all have them.  Moments which find us at less than our finest. Pent up frustration demands release. All too often it is found through hurtful words, uttered too quickly, too loudly, to harshly.  I know this.  I regret this.  So I stand in the kitchen, broom poised for action in one hand, directing clean-up and feeling that tension.  I am determined not to vent it here in front of many sets of eyes learning how to be family.  Barbara Patterson counsels wisely:

  " Everything we do in the presence of the child goes in deeply." 

Then I remember to sing.  Singing is praying twice and we could use twice as many prayers this day.  I remember the Waldorf and Montessori transition verses and how melody eases us back into form, calls us down from the frantic pitch that threatens to overtake us.  And so it does.  

"Do you know the song I learned in children's choir?" asks Kieran

"No, but you could sing it for us and then we will know," I say.

He sings.  I smile.  

"Do you know this hymn?" I ask one and all.  They don't.  So I sing, poorly but sincerely.  I feel my heart settling into a steadier rhythm.  The floor clears.  My head clears.  

I wish I had remembered earlier.  I wish I had checked those words that came too soon, too raw to one I love, much older but no less dear, and no less in need of loving kindness from me.  Next time…  Thank you God for next times. Forgive me for presuming there will always be more.  Next time I hope to remember sooner.  

For now, we sing.  


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"…singing and making melody with your heart to the Lord;  always giving thanks for all things…." Eph 5: 19-20  

Simple Woman’s Daybook

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FOR TODAY…  Feb 1st


Outside my window… pitch black. It is 5:40am as I begin to type. Oh yawn. Going to be warm and sunny all week should I be awake enough to notice. ; ) 

I am hearing… older sons preparing to take off. Machinery in back room.  Today would be a very good day for at least one contractor to finish. Yes? Let's hope. Hope with me. 

 I am thinking… about spectrums and malleability since reading Simplicity Parenting. He says q+s=d or something like that.   Premise being that given constant, unrelenting stress kids slide from personal quirkiness along the spectrum into disorders.  However, and this was the revelation, that by simplifying and removing or resolving one stressor after another that slide can and does go the other way.  I think I have actually seen that happen and it stunned me considering popular thought is that the brain is fixed and therefore either works just right or doesn't.  He insists that is not so. I believe him.  

I am thankful for… growth – bumpy as the road that leads there can be. 

I am wearing…  missing husband's big robe. Wish it was filled with him instead.  

I am reading… Making Children's Clothes This was the last of my recent Amazon purchases and WOW.  I saw it last fall at Hobby Lobby while waiting for the girls in class. I regretted leaving it there that night and ordered a copy.  Perfect. It is like the best of all those online tutorials bound into one book with nice sturdy paper patterns included. Very, very simple constructions made oh so cute with pretty fabric. All you need for an entire wardrobe for 1-5yr olds. (more girl than boy options)

From the learning rooms… oh, the singing! <g> And lots of rounds of The Three Bears. Waldorf and Five in a Row folks were right on this one.  Brendan and Tess preferred to hear this one many times last week rather than opt for new stories. His rendition at dinner was unforgettable. He truly knows this story on a deep and personal level. I can tell you we have not made a single 3 Bear craft, nor done any 3 Bear activities, made not a single 3 Bear food, nor any other thing but read together. It's enough. I promise. 

The printer has been sputtering and finally died.  This prompted our new notebooking approach this winter which has been unbelievably successful. We are using composition books into which the bigs transcribe the day's assignments. They proceed to complete them all on the following pages.  The next day we do it all again. That way there is one notebook for all the subjects and we can check their daily work quickly and easily. Aidan and Moira do have separate notebooks for history which is their subject for illustrating and writing more in depth this yr.  Per Laura Berquist we don't attempt to do that for multiple subjects.  

I am creating…. I wish I was creating tiny dresses from the book! Instead I dream about fabric projects while I am creating space and order which should open opportunities to do more creatively in time. In little snippets am mastering photographic textures.  Feels good to learn. 

Pondering these words.. "I am going to bed and when I wake up I am going to have soooo much fun!" – Tess last night. We should all be so certain of the new day's possibilities. 

From the kitchen…  aforementioned cupcakes  Wonderful feather-light Depression era flourless cake sitting in my kitchen this morning. Will be back with recipe.  

Around the house…  "Contractors and closet purging and painting oh my…Contractors and closet purging and painting oh my…."  I know this song by heart now. 

One of my favorite things…  baby girl's new word this last week – "Uh Oh" – heard when noticing things on the floor. Heard often, lol. 

From my picture journal…

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