Few years ago my mother has cheerfully requested a carrot cake for her birthday. It seemed simple enough and it always helps when it’s narrowed down. Not something abstract and vague like “a cake”, which leaves you wondering exactly what type of a cake would be preferred. Specifying a flavour is tremendously useful when the possibilities are essentially endless. Still, after researching carrot cake recipes for about half an hour, I was not entirely happy with a single one. It seemed the only way out of that dilemma was to make up a recipe of my own. Right now I don’t even recall how many various recipes I had to combine, but it magically worked out. Everyone loved it. Including my brother, who is generally not a fan of carrots, particularly cooked ones.