I got the recipe for this cake from CookingWithAlia. It’s a very common Moroccan style cake that I have honestly never made while I was in Morocco. I’ve always had it when I’d visit a family member or a friend, and now that I’m far from home, it’s one of those things that kinda makes me feel like I’m closer to home. What’s interesting about it is that there are so many different combinations, and you can play around with the recipe as much as you want—it will always come out nice. Although it’s a lonnng process with multiple steps, it’s worth the wait! This video on Alia’s webpage demonstrates how she made this cake, and this is how I made mine using her recipe:
- 3 eggs (separated into egg yolks and egg whites)
- 1 cup of yogurt (the flavor of your choice)
- 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
- 1 teaspoon of baking powder
- a pinch of salt
Using the yogurt cup (NOT a measuring cup) measure the following:
- 1 1/2 cups of granulated sugar
- 1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour
- 1/2 cup of vegetable oil
- I used 1/4 a measuring cup of cocoa powder
- You could use food coloring
- A lemon’s zest
- Coconut shavings
- A teaspoon of ground ginger
- A teaspoon of ground cinnamon
- A teaspoon of ground clove
- Chocolate chips
- Peanuts, walnuts, almonds, etc.
*If you want a certain flavor to pop out, I recommend you use vanilla yogurt.
*You can replace the vanilla extract with the extract of your choice.
So, you get the idea. This recipe is extremely flexible. JUST as long as you make sure you follow these steps while making the cake:
- With a hand mixer, beat the egg yolks with the granulated sure until they are white and creamy (takes about 2-4 minutes)
- Using a plastic spatula, mix in the vegetable oil (gently without disturbing the fluffiness of the eggs and sugar) completely.
- Fold in the yogurt gently.
- Add in the vanilla extract and mix it in completely.
- Once incorporated, add the baking powder.
- Sift in the flour little by little. Make sure you fold in a little bit completely before adding more.
- In a separate bowl, beat the egg white and salt using a hand mixer for 5 minutes or until it’s creamy and thick.
- Fold the egg white mixture into the cake mix little by little while maintaining the fluffiness of the batter.
- Add in any optional ingredient you choose to incorporate.
- In a separate bowl, take about 1/4 or 1/2 of the batter, depending on your preference, and sift the coco powder into it little by little and fold. If you are adding food coloring, just mix in the amount you prefer gently.
- Preheat the oven to 360°F/180°C
- Butter the cake mold.
- In a little bowl mix a couple of spoons of flour with some sugar with it.
- Take that flour-sugar mixture and pour it in the cake mold making sure the mold is completely covered before pouring out the excess flour so that the cake doesn’t stick.
- If you are not doing 2 batters, pour the batter in the mold.
- If you are doing 2 batters, add the white batter, and when it’s completely evened out, slowly pour the chocolate batter in the middle while going around in a circle. Keep going around in a circle until the batter is all finished.
- Cook for about 35-50 min or until completely golden.
- Let the cake cool in the mold for 20-30 minutes before taking it out. After you take it out of the mold, sift some powdered sugar for decoration.
For a recipe that makes a larger version of this cake, click here.
I miss this place. One of the only pictures that I have of my grandmother’s house. I miss those days and all the fun we had in this house. My little brother and cousin were on the little Moroccan seats jumping and being all silly. You can also see my grandfather from the corner, Allah yerhamu. I really miss this house—every tile and every inch of it. In sha’ Allah I can go there soon!
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One of our neighbors here (and also in Morocco) just came back from Morocco. She brought us olives, dates, henna leaves, thyme, and olive oil.
I opened the bottle of that freshly squeezed oil and the smell just hit me. All of a sudden, I couldn’t help but see every single person that I miss the most just flash before my eyes. I miss the athan, I miss seeing my uncles and old men from the neighborhood all dressed up for Jummuah prayers. I just really miss home, and I miss everyone there and every single aspect of it. Shoot, I even miss the little things that ticked me off the most.
It seems like everything I do here keeps reminding me of how much I miss it there. Everything I do. Everyday.
In sha’ Allah I can go there sometime soon, but in the meantime, Alhamdo li Allah for all.
Ma girl @solitary-simplicity and I are missing Morocco big time.
Someone take us now please :)
Everyone’s at his house today.
The whole family; I can barely hear whoever is talking to me on the other line. I feel like we’re so left out. We can’t feel the affect of what’s going on because we’re nowhere near it. In fact, we’re the span of the Atlantic away.
Even though talking to everyone kinda brings this sense of oneness and union, it makes me feel 100 times worse after we hang up. Alhamdo li Allah, I keep telling myself. This is how Allah wants to see us.
How I wish I could be there right now. How I pray Allah cures him with His blessings.
In sha’ Allah, in sha’ Allah.
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I’m shaking like crazy…man, I hate it when people try to overlook the fact that Morocco is really messed up; economically, socially, religion-wise… We do need change, we’re like EVERY other country in the Middle East and Africa that’s undergoing revolutionary changes. We just don’t want to wake up because our young men are way too high off of hasheesh and kala in the droub.
Waking up to pray fajr. Then,preparing coffee and waiting for Baba to come from the masjid with a paper bag of croissants or petit pan du chocolat and baguettes. Then after eating breakfast, walking my little brother to school and walking off to Qur’an school. Those mornings were the best.
I remember the day I took this like it was a couple of hours ago. I was getting ready to clean the rugs of the house we rented. They were getting quite dirty with all the winds in Marrakech that came during the summer, and my mom’s back was too fragile for her to do all that hard work. I was all by myself, and I didn’t mind a single bit of it. It was a beautiful, sunny and busy day outside. I had just gotten up to the top floor with nothing above me but the sky and the sound of pigeons. Smoke from the foods baked by neighbors and street vendors was filling the air. Below me, I could hear the children playing and the busy hri (mini-market) workers giving people their products and yelling out orders. I remember looking down and seeing that one guy that lived across the street who always stared at me with a smile on his face, yet I never knew his name or age. Goodness, his life revolved around waking up, looking nice, eating, running errands, and hitting on school girls when they walked by. I remember being able to look out and see the whole school—classrooms, hallways, and soccer field! This of course, all happened across from this wall pictured here. I remember as I started to pour the water, my bare feet felt refreshed, and I turned on my music and started singing while I was waiting for that blue bucket to fill up with water so that I can clean the floor that I was about to set the carpets on. I remember walking over to the little window-like structure that I had my phone on, taking my phone and capturing this picture. I thought it was interesting how the house owners (who lived with us in the building) let the onion dry in the heat like that. I mean, surly there was a reason or great recipe behind it, but I don’t know why I took it, and kept it. I regret not taking pictures of the streets. Although I’m no photographer, and certainly they wouldn’t be the most beautiful pictures out there, they would be to me with all the memories they’d carry. But I guess I’m even lucky to have this still. We went to Morocco with an idea that we’re staying there forever, so I didn’t really have this urge to take many pictures to keep memories, but I guess this one just slipped through.