Looks delicious. Smells delicious. Tastes. Like. Shit.
Don't get me wrong - I'm all for healthy eating, but there's something about (specifically sweet) Macrobiotic baking that puts me off. I just don't ever salivate at the thought of things like couscous cake with a creamed tofu carob frosting, for example.
We have this book at home, The Natural Gourmet, which, if I'm in the right mood, is very appealing. All the talk of elements and biorhythms is right up my street. And the savoury recipes are genuinely delicious. But today I made the mistake of trying out an Orange and Walnut Loaf Cake recipe from this same book. I made it so lovingly and entirely by hand, not an electric mixer in sight, and feeling so pleased with myself and how I'd picked a recipe who's "Major Phase" was Earth, apparently perfect for an Indian Summer blah blah blah... And when it came out of the oven, it looked so perfectly rustic, smelled so fragrant and orangey... And somehow it tastes like a tasteless gluey crunchy squelch with a hint of orange. Exactly the kind of thing you'd buy - and quickly regret - in a health food store if you were feeling a bit peckish while paying for your echinacea/wheatgerm/organic cotton tampons. Oh well. You live and you learn. No more hippie baking for me.