I have always had a love-hate relationship with food as long as I can remember. I was never naturally skinny like my parents and unfortunately I was constantly made aware of it. So I loathed food as I felt that it was the root cause of all my problems but at the end of the day when I felt lonely, disappointed or bored for that matter, I found myself in the company of food. Vicious cycle and I know I am not the only one in this boat.
So it doesn't come to me as a surprise that I was craving for some comfort in the form of something sweet anything sweet on Christmas eve this year- a day after my visit to the dentist-(wisdom comes with a price and lots of agony). It also didn't help that I was watching Domestic Goddess Nigella make gourmet delights out of thin air and looking pretty happy about it as well. And thus the idea of the Boiled Fruit Cake suddenly became very urgent. After all it was Christmas and there should be Christmas cake!
The good news is that my kitchen is always fully loaded with supplies and so thankfully I did not have to run out to the store- which would have probably thrown me off track and lure me into buying a
souless-sweet-something. The only thing I didn't seem to have were cranberries so I replaced them with dates which turned out to be quite a good idea. Isn't it a miracle that the desert despite of being so barren can be home to Dates- a fruit bursting with sweet goodness. So no matter how dark the sky might look at the moment, there is always a silver lining somewhere, I seem to be telling myself.
Anyways back to the cake. It does say that you need to soak the fruits in rum a few days in advance but I am someone who is always looking for instant gratification and so I put everything in a saucepan and put it on gentle heat till it bubbled and then I mixed the flour in and dished the mix into a cake tin and right into the pre-heated oven.
There is something so therapeutic about baking I must admit. It makes even the most impatient person (i.e me) to sit still and wait to watch magic in the making. And it is at this point where my mind wandered to a thought. I feel that if you are craving for comfort food be it for any reason, making that object of desire from scratch with your very own hands gives you far more joy than just buying it from your local bakery. For one, it makes you feel in control and also the sense of accomplishment you get when it tastes great gives you far more joy than just eating a slice of souless cake. Plus when you make something with so much love and care and hope that energy nourishes you. It gets even better when you share it with friends and family which is exactly what I did and I must share this with you- that seeing happy and content people around you because they enjoyed your creation brings you more comfort than you can ever imagine.
PS: Ping me if you need the recipe for this gorgeous cake :)