Friday, October 28, 2011

Prones & Cake

I will not call myself careless or irresponsible. I prefer saying I am prone to my flaws like it isn’t something I can necessarily help. I am currently prone to accidents (those walls move and that carpet jumps up when I walk), losing things (I KNOW I set it right there), OCD tendencies (those spots on the counter multiply against me), and well I am sure some other things. However, when one of my “prones” turns into a devastating situation that I somehow miraculously recover from or learn a lesson, I make sure it doesn’t reoccur. Those “prones” are funny like that huh?

Where am I going with this? My losing things prone (I am kind of making a new noun here but I think it works for this piece. Feel free to borrow) got me in a huge mess today. I thought I lost my engagement ring. I don’t think I have ever been so distraught. I couldn’t fathom how something so priceless, so irreplaceable was gone.

After turning everything in my world upside down over a something that turned my life right side up, it was found. It’s a crazy story, but hey, I know you’ve come to this blog for the food. Which I don’t blame you ‘cause I kind of enjoy it myself. So I’ll get to the goods.

When Greeks lose something we pray to St. Fanourios to help us find it. I am not kidding you, it works. As thanks we bake a cake. I know it’s a shocker that us Greeks decided to lope eating into this mix. But all the more reason to break out the pans and preheat the oven. And as you might have guessed, the recipe is very old and so not gluten free. That won’t stop me from giving thanks!

I crossed my fingers that my gluten free “thanks for helping me find my ring due to my losing things prone” wouldn’t fall short. That blessed dude found something very dear to my heart.

I think I would have made ol’ Fanourios proud and would have loved to share a slice with him. It was a last second cake so easy substitutions were necessary. It kind of had a sponge-like texture if you will. My husband had a slice, I had a slice, and then our new neighbors popped in as a surprise and enjoyed it as well! Get this…they’re Greek too!

Welcome to America Myrsini!

Here is the original recipe that I based mine on. Surely he wouldn’t want me to bake a cake and not eat it right? My fanouropita is below!

Gluten Free Fanouropita (cinnamon, walnut cake)


• 3 ½ cups gluten free flour mix (I used Pamela’s baking mix)
• 1 tbs vanilla
• 1 tbs cinnamon
• 12 tbs orange juice
• ¾ cup vegetable oil
• ½ cup water
• 2 tbs organic sugar
• ½ cup grated lemon peel
• ½ cup chopped walnuts


In a large bowl combine your gluten free flour mix and cinnamon.

In a medium bowl beat oil, sugar, orange juice, lemon peel, and water. Add to the flour mix and beat very well. Fold in your walnuts.

Grease a medium round pan (I used earth balance) and pour in the batter.

Bake at 350 F for 30-40 minutes, or until the top is golden brown or when your toothpick comes out clean when inserted into the middle of the cake.

Remove and let cool for 10-15 minutes. Say an extra little thanks to that wonderful Saint that helped you with your lose things prone.

Plate, slice, and chow! Add a little dusting of confectioner’s sugar on top if you so please. My husband isn’t a huge fan so I omitted.

*It is said the cake tastes best if left for 24 hours, but who on earth can wait THAT long? Hehe

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