I wonder when it was that Mr Beez first started talking about the coconut cake from Sideways? Probably shortly after they moved into their house… so that would make it a year-ish. And now I’m going to taste it!
Too bad I’m full from Mrs Beez’ amazing cooking. Mmm broccoli and quiche and eggplant… the foods I am not allowed to cook at home.
Come on dessert stomach, where are you? You’re letting the team down!
Momentarily wavering in my resolve to try the coconut cake by the menu’s mention of ‘Persian love cake’. No! Must get to the source of Mr Beez’ delight!
The cafe is gleaming white, with an over-abundance of staff. They bring us water and we sit sipping while Mrs Beez recounts the documentary movie they saw recently that featured the life of a Mongolian baby.
I do remember while we were in UB being surprised that children as young as eight would be left home all day as the supervisor for their younger siblings. This movie seems to confirm that habit: Mrs Beez says the baby would be tethered to a post and left! I guess there aren’t many babysitters in the Gobi Desert.
And coconut cake arrives! It’s a large high square (how am I going to fit this in?) with a thick thatching of desiccated coconut, covered by a dusting of icing sugar. The pure white of the coconut and sugar plays off against the straw yellow of the cake and even matches with the decor. It seems a darker brown on the bottom, extra cooked.
Forking up a piece. The cake is moist and fluffy, tasting strongly of coconut and butter. It’s sweetish but not sugary, rich but not heavy. The coconut has merged into the batter so there are no strands visable, just the heavenly lifting flavour infusing the butter. The sprinkled topping adds extra texture.
Next forkful includes some of the base. Yum! Some sort of syrup has been allowed to soak in, and it is delicious. Almost like honey in its sweetness, with a hint of lemon. It’s fantastic, it seems to intensify the cake’s flavour. I wish there was more poured on top instead of the sugar and desiccation, getting even more of this absorbed into the cake would be only a good thing.
Mr Beez is on to a very good thing indeed. I can’t fit it all in though, so he bravely volunteers some of his stomach space.
I’d love to come back here and try some other cakes. That love cake did sound interesting, and Mrs Beez’ cheesecake looked divine with its topping of strawberry slices.
Wish they weren’t mopping right alongside me though; they’re not supposed to close for another forty-five minutes.
But that can’t spoil the cake for me! I take care to scrape up every crumb, as they’ve had a chance to take in the ghosts of syrup left in the cake’s wake.
So the Beez have put me onto yum cha, Neil Gaiman, mahjong, Wordpress, Veronica Mars, and now Greek coconut cake. I have good taste in friends with good taste!
Rating:
Specifics: Greek Coconut Cake, eaten from Sideways in Dulwich Hill
Greek Coconut Cake
I wonder when it was that Mr Beez first started talking about the coconut cake from Sideways? Probably shortly after they moved into their house… so that would make it a year-ish. And now I’m going to taste it!
Too bad I’m full from Mrs Beez’ amazing cooking. Mmm broccoli and quiche and eggplant… the foods I am not allowed to cook at home.
Come on dessert stomach, where are you? You’re letting the team down!
Momentarily wavering in my resolve to try the coconut cake by the menu’s mention of ‘Persian love cake’. No! Must get to the source of Mr Beez’ delight!
The cafe is gleaming white, with an over-abundance of staff. They bring us water and we sit sipping while Mrs Beez recounts the documentary movie they saw recently that featured the life of a Mongolian baby.
I do remember while we were in UB being surprised that children as young as eight would be left home all day as the supervisor for their younger siblings. This movie seems to confirm that habit: Mrs Beez says the baby would be tethered to a post and left! I guess there aren’t many babysitters in the Gobi Desert.
And coconut cake arrives! It’s a large high square (how am I going to fit this in?) with a thick thatching of desiccated coconut, covered by a dusting of icing sugar. The pure white of the coconut and sugar plays off against the straw yellow of the cake and even matches with the decor. It seems a darker brown on the bottom, extra cooked.
Forking up a piece. The cake is moist and fluffy, tasting strongly of coconut and butter. It’s sweetish but not sugary, rich but not heavy. The coconut has merged into the batter so there are no strands visable, just the heavenly lifting flavour infusing the butter. The sprinkled topping adds extra texture.
Next forkful includes some of the base. Yum! Some sort of syrup has been allowed to soak in, and it is delicious. Almost like honey in its sweetness, with a hint of lemon. It’s fantastic, it seems to intensify the cake’s flavour. I wish there was more poured on top instead of the sugar and desiccation, getting even more of this absorbed into the cake would be only a good thing.
Mr Beez is on to a very good thing indeed. I can’t fit it all in though, so he bravely volunteers some of his stomach space.
I’d love to come back here and try some other cakes. That love cake did sound interesting, and Mrs Beez’ cheesecake looked divine with its topping of strawberry slices.
Wish they weren’t mopping right alongside me though; they’re not supposed to close for another forty-five minutes.
But that can’t spoil the cake for me! I take care to scrape up every crumb, as they’ve had a chance to take in the ghosts of syrup left in the cake’s wake.
So the Beez have put me onto yum cha, Neil Gaiman, mahjong, Wordpress, Veronica Mars, and now Greek coconut cake. I have good taste in friends with good taste!
Rating:
Specifics: Greek Coconut Cake, eaten from Sideways in Dulwich Hill