My little sister called me from New York few weeks ago, asking me for banana cake recipe, and of course my answer was: look for it in the blog.

And she did. (I think)

The few days ago, I called her, while we were talking, I asked her about the banana cake and her answer was: “oh, I didn’t use your recipe, it is just too complicated:

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I was a little sad in the beginning, but when I saw my recipe, I think may be she was right, I mean, I am sure it is hard to find black rice flour in New York and all. And after all, my recipe was more bready than cakey.

Well, darling girl, this one is for you. Simple banana and to the point banana cake. You don’t even need a mixer to make it.

And it is soft, sweet, crumbly. Just like you. Hugs!

Banana Cake

115 gram unsalted butter, softened

100 gram sugar

1 egg

125 ml plain yoghurt

2 ripe medium banana, pureed

170 gram all purpose flour

1 1/2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp sea salt

1 tbsp sugar for sprinkling

seeds from 1 vanilla pod

Preheat the oven to 350F/Gas 4/180C

Butter and flour one 28×16cm pan

Mix the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt.

Mix well the softened butter and sugar with hand, then add the egg, mix well, then the yoghurt, mix well, then pureed banana, mix well then vanilla seeds. Add the flour mixture, mix until just incorporate, don’t over mix.

Transfer to the baking pan, spread well, sprinkle that 1 tablespoon of sugar on top

Bake for 35-40 minutes, until a toothpick inserted come out clean.

Wait until it cools down abit (20 minutes) before cutting it. I know it is hard to wait for the cake :) In fact, I took photos of Charlie to keep me distracted from the cake:

Have a nice weekend everyone! :)

It has been like…zillion years ago since I wrote my last post here. Not that I have not had anything to say, I have been having a lot of things in my mind, may be a bit too much…and the thing is: I think my MIND got CONSTIPATED. I could not get these things out of my mind. Everything I do feels so wrong. Everything I do could not express what I think.

I don’t like my own cooking.

I don’t like my photographs.

I don’t like my design.

I don’t like my…things

Just not good enough. Everything I do. Just not what I have in mind.

Ugh.

And then I got to this point where I could not see any point of letting it out. And it has been 2 months. 2 long months.

This week: We have just returned from a whole month in Jakarta trip, Jakarta is a stressing city for me, Charlie made a mess of our house. I cleaned like a crazy lady for the whole week, and suddenly I did not like anything here anymore, so I started moving the furniture around like mad hatter. Turning our house into one big mess.

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This morning.

I woke up at 6. Marco was still sleeping. It started to rain slowly. I made coffee in my kitchen. Turned on my computer. Charlie sleeping on the blue cushion next to me.

And the world just seems…quite right.

Yes.

I took some photos.

It is just a beginning. It is just me. It might not look nice. But it is okay.

I want to take more.

Sloooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyy….