Yay, it’s Eid! I can eat again ;)
What I love about Islam is that it’s not an otherworldly religion. We are commanded to give charitably, to be hospitable to our neighbors, to always speak with gentleness, etc. And the month of Ramadan gives us the perfect opportunity to improve upon these virtues. But we are never asked to restrain joy or happiness.
And so yesterday, my husband and I refused to let all the ugliness going on in the world take away from celebrating our first Eid together. One moment in particular was just fodder for this blog. And I would not be living up to the name of Cake & Cows if I did not document this event.
After Eid prayer, we decided to do a lunch date – and as you can guess, no date is complete without some dessert for Rafia! So we headed over to my favourite place in the world, The Cake Bake Shop. The fact that Indiana is home to such a treasure is enough to make me proclaim I am (now) a proud Hoosier.
It was a beautiful day and the sign outside was just begging for the signature Rafia pose:
Of course, they had their world-famous Earl’s Court Chocolate Cake as they always do. Normally, I’d never venture beyond chocolate. Oddly enough, I don’t find their chocolate cake to be the bestest chocolate cake I’ve ever eaten. The Fleur de Sel they top on the icing really ruins it for me. I’m sorry, but salt does not belong on my chocolate! I only like my chocolate with more chocolate.
But because all their cakes are so incredibly gorgeous and perhaps I was still feeling the Ramadan spirit, I agreed to let my husband finally order the flavour he’s really wanted – Mint Chocolate.
You have to understand just how generous of a gesture this was of me. Not only do we always share when we go to Cake Bake (that instantly makes me the Mother Theresa of Cakes), I was letting him decide on a flavour I have been dead set against my entire life! My brother and sister can vouch for this. I’ve never liked the idea behind mint chocolate, because to me mint is only for gum and toothpaste. Mint is a signal that my precious food time is done. Adding mint to my beloved chocolate is just plain confusing to my taste buds, I’ve always maintained. I want more, but then I get a signal I should stop, I want more, and again another signal I must stop. It’s just too much for me!
After our waitress brought us our order, I took a moment to grimace at the concoction laying in front of me, almost regretting my generous gesture just moments before. The green is very pretty, I thought. With the brown though, it just looked wrong.
But cake is cake – and I’m not one to ever say no to cake. So I took a bite.
“This is really… minty,” I winced. But the sugar already had me reaching for the next bite. I took another bite and then another one and then another one. And with each bite, I came to finally understand what my siblings had been talking about all this time. Mint chocolate is actually really, really good. The darkness of the chocolate juxtaposed with the springiness of the mint frosting was a surprising but very welcome delight. My taste buds did a little dance.
I told my husband to document this momentous event before it was too late:
OMG! What have I been missing my entire life?
Ramadan is supposed to be a humbling month. I indeed was humbled… in more ways than one. Eid Moobarak again to all my Muslim readers! :)