Another mist-mysterious winter morning. I walk into my kitchen, an infant sun playfully projecting a kaleidoscope of images on the whitewashed wall, to brew myself a cuppa.
What do I cook today ? I ruminate. Foraging the kitchen.
That’s when my eyes rest on the luscious oranges. And my tubes of nolen gur.
Can I pair the two – plump oranges with divine nolen gur ? That’s like playing a matchmaker, I smile at myself, how challenging can that be ?
That’s when I decide to infuse the perfume of nolen gur into my orange cake.
Out come the pots and pans.
The flour and the eggs.
Of course the oranges and the nolen gur.
And before long proudly in front of me, the alluring aroma of baking playing riot with my olfactory senses, stands my orange cake with the sinful nolen gur.
My nolen gur and orange cake. The earthy sweetness of nolen gur perfectly complementing the tartness of the oranges. Moist and decadent. Redolent of winter. Enjoy !!!