Coming from the Yorkshire dales and being the granddaughter of a professional baker, you can imagine how often the smell of baked scones, breads and cakes was always wafting out of our oven (you might want to listen to a bit of this, starting from 0.42 seconds, just to get you in the mood – “EeeeBy’Eck” ). Reet, where were we? Ahh, yes… The good ol’ days. Baking is a part of my family heritage. My favourite times as a child were baking with me mum, stood ont’ stool so I could reach the work top. I can still recall the joy I felt when I was handed down the big wooden spoon covered in bun mix to lick. I watched amazed as mum put a little blob of bun mix into each of the cases lined up in the bun tray. How did she do that so well?! The buns were then put in the oven and we had to wait an excruciating 15 minutes until they were ready. 15 minutes!! As a 7 year old child, this felt like an eternity. I used to stand in front of the oven mesmerised, watching the buns rise as if by magic. It was magic…
Aye, thems were the days.
So why am I telling you all this? Have I finally come to my senses and realised that all this raw food stuff is bloody witch craft?! Well, no actually. I still love it, more than ever in fact. I’m telling you this because if anyone understands nostalgia and emotional attachments to certain foods, it’s me. There are times when a celery and apple juice just won’t cut it. Yesterday I found myself yearning to be in the kitchen, apron on, rolling pin in hand and flour all over my face. However, I wasn’t really that bothered about eating anything with flour in. Or anything baked. Now I’m not saying this to go “Ooo, look at me! I don’t want to eat cake! Aren’t I just amazing?”, I’m saying it because that is what naturally happens when you eat a lot of raw food a lot of the time. You don’t really want any of that stuff any more*. I mean, the idea of eating a cream cake is quite nice I suppose but my stomach doesn’t want it. But no matter how saintly you may think I seem, I do still need comfort food. Fact. I still like to curl up in front of the telly with a cup of tea in one hand and a tea time treat in the other. So when I felt the urge to bake yesterday, I got out my big mixing bowl and made these instead – Raw Marzipan Balls. You may think “boring!” but they weren’t, and I’ve had a life time of eating the best baked goods around to know what tastes good and what doesn’t. And these taste good. And the bonus is they contain no refined sugar, they are dairy free, wheat free, vegan, raw, packed full of goodness and super scrumdidiliumptious. They got the seal of approval from the Queen of Baking herself, my brilliant mum. They are sweet, moist and sticky and are great to sink your teeth into. Now go down to Mr Crooks shop, get a packet of your favourite tea, have some friends over and eat these whilst chatting about the good ol’ days when you were down t’pit. But erm, just so you know – I drink Yogi Tea nowadays….watch?v=24N7GMk2Byo
*…although I could probably still stuff a massive wedge of my mum’s fruit cake in my gob, along with a huge chunk of Wensleydale cheese. But I refrain, of course…. 😉