Wildflour’s New Carrot Dessert Can Attract More Humans than RabbitsSeptember 16, 2019
- Mikka WeeWords
There was a point in my life when I hated carrot cakes because of the fact that, well, they’re made with carrots.
When I was a kid, I remember my parents driving to this little carrot cake shop in White Plains—a good distance from our home—just to curb their cravings. Said carrot cake looked like moist banana bread with streaks of orange, and white, sticky frosting sitting on top, and speckled with rainbow sprinkles. A deceptive ploy to get children to eat their veggies in cake form, I’d always think.
A few years later, I finally learned to eat it—and enjoy it with much gusto. It ‘s my dad’s favorite cake so we’d regularly have some in the fridge. Imagine his pride when he saw me gobbling up slices of it without pausing for breath! Pride, which eventually turned into annoyance, when I’d finish an entire cake without leaving so much a slice for him. Maybe a crumb (or two).
My Dad is now eating healthy, so my days of creeping into the kitchen at night in pursuit of carrot cake are only memories I take pleasure in recalling. That carrot cake store in White Plains also still stands (and will always hold a special place in my heart), but Manila’s evolving dessert scene has churned out so many cakes and pastries that have made more modern and lasting impressions on my palate, and one of those is Wildflour’s Carrot Cake.
A newcomer on the menu, Wildflour’s Carrot Cake is a gooey, messy tower of my childhood guilty pleasure tiered with alternating layers of cake and cream cheese. The cake is moist but on the denser side, leaving ample room for crumbling. It packs cinnamon and gingery flavors that remind you of Christmas, with a surprise crunch of walnut that adds texture to the cake. The generous layering of cream cheese can be a bit too much for some, but it can be heavenly for those who enjoy the pleasurable conflict between tart and sweet.
It’s currently my go-to cake for days when I need to satiate my rebellious sweet tooth—or when I need to make a peace offering with my Dad.