In a measuring cup, whisk together milk, vanilla bean paste, and vanilla extract.
Make a well in the center of the dry ingredients then pour the milk mixture into the center, followed by the melted butter.
Whisk until no lumps remain and batter is smooth and well combined.
Pour into a 16-ounce microwave-safe mug.
Microwave on high for 130 seconds or 2 minutes and 10 seconds.
Carefully remove and enjoy!
Notes: Please note that ALL microwaves are different therefore can yield different results and can overcook this mug cake if you aren’t careful. My microwave is 950 watts and I cooked mine on 100% power for 130 seconds. Knowing this information, it may help you better judge how long to cook yours for and at what power.
Remember, 130 seconds is 2 minutes and 10 seconds. It is quite long if your microwave is a higher wattage than mine; therefore, couldOVERCOOK your mug cake. To play it safe, if your microwave wattage is higher than mine, I would try 100 seconds first and then increment it by 10 seconds until it's fully cooked through.
Note about the vanilla bean paste: if you do not have vanilla bean paste on hand, that is ok. You just won't have the vanilla bean specks in your cake. If you're omitting the vanilla bean paste (ONLY if you're omitting the vanilla bean paste), use 1 tbsp. of vanilla extract instead of ½ tbsp. I do highly suggest the vanilla bean paste, though, because it gives it a deeper vanilla fragrance and taste!
3 tbsp spelt flour (or white, or Arrowhead Mills gf)
1/8 tsp salt
2 tsp sugar or evaporated cane juice (edit: xylitol works as well)
1/4 tsp baking powder
pinch uncut stevia OR 1 more tbsp sugar
2-3 tsp coconut oil or vegetable oil (Many commenters have said it still tastes good if you sub applesauce or mashed banana. I can't personally vouch for that substitution.)
3 tablespoons milk of choice (I used almond milk)
1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract
Total Time: 5m Yield:Serves 1 image: http://chocolatecoveredkatie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/chocolate-mug-cake.jpg?b725db InstructionsMug cake recipe: Combine dry ingredients and mix very, very well. Add liquid, stir, then transfer to a little dish, ramekin, or even a coffee mug. Either microwave 30-40 seconds OR cook in a 350F oven for about 14 minutes. If you don’t want to eat it straight out of the dish, be sure to spray your dish first (and then wait for it to cool before trying to remove it). *If desired, top with my favorite Secretly Healthy Chocolate Fudge Frosting
5mins PREP 2 MINS COOK 3 MINS You absolutely will not believe how fast you can make the most decadent, moist, one-serving chocolate cake without eggs or milk. This is a variation of the famous wacky cake or crazy cake. It's sooo good! You stir all the ingredients and microwave it in a coffee cup. Try it. Seriously.
Then I break. I took in all that I could. Trying and trying to help others, trying to make lives better. Forgetting along the way myself. Letting the pressures and the problems build, forgetting to take that time needed. There will always be a problem to solve or a person to remind that the world is not as bad as it seems. There will always be storming days and cloudy nights. That can not be a reason to stop caring and trying to make your life a better place. If you ever feel down and alone, some one cares. Some people do not show that they care in the way you expect. Others surround you with so much love that you feel like you are being smothered. It is so hard to figure out who you are in this world. Many times you climb a path and think this is the right place for me and it crumbles, leaving you torn and broken. You are not, those scratches are reminders that the struggle to do what is right in your heart is there. You are going to fail, but with each failure you learn how to move forth and carry on. Love yourself, hold tight to what you want to do. You can do it. I believe in you, but most importantly believe in yourself. No one else can fight those battles inside yourself. But some day you will see the greatness that you have within, and you will soar.
My daughter died 14 years ago. And the world never stopped for me to morn, heal, cry or scream. As the world continued, as hard as it was for me, I too carried on. I do not forget my daughter, nor does the pain from her death leave, it will always be apart of me. But with carrying on I found who I was again, I learned how to find peace with my loss, and strength to cope. I have learned that there are far to few of places to help those of us who have lost are little ones in this tragic way, and from there I try my hardest to give my time and resources to other families that's hearts are breaking. The path for us all will never be the same, we will have to carve a new path through life. There can be so much good from our pain if we just try to find a way to use it. Grieve. Grieve for as long as you want. Never forget, your little one is apart of you, love yourself, then find the strength to continue on. Namaste
I have lost my way. I can’t remember who I was, and I no longer care who I will be. My daughter died 14 years ago, but yet every day it haunts me. I accept that I am not at fault for her death, but the fact that I did not wake up pains me. It makes me question myself. It makes me question my life. I should have woken up sooner; I should have known something was wrong. Don’t we always say that mothers have a sick sense when something is wrong with their children? Where was mine that day. When she died a part of me died. She was a part of my body, I felt her move I felt her grow. I try to move on, but you never do. That part – that hole is there forever. Never will I forget the worst day of my life. Never will I forgive myself for not waking up. Never will I move on from her death. Before she died I had amazing plans for myself. I tried picking back up where I left off, but I couldn’t. There were always reminders in all that I would do that would break me down and leave the raw emotions exposed. School became challenging. The same people who watched me grow bigger and bigger, also watched me fall apart. The community that offered their love and compassion made me feel more and more like a failure. We ran, we ran from my problems, we ran from family and friends. I couldn’t be there anymore, I couldn’t go to those places we loved, because when I did my eyes would fill up and I would cry, and my heart would break over and over. We continued to run, and lost a bit of ourselves along the way. No friends, the only family were the children. It got to the point that I even pushed Billy away. I couldn’t ever understand how he could still love me when I didn’t wake up in time, then I made us move, then I couldn’t finish my degree over and over. I knew I could no longer love my self. Time has made her death not painful as often, but then there are days where I feel like I can no longer breathe and there is nothing left for me to live for. Currently I am lost again. Fighting to find peace with myself. There are good days then there are the many bad. I struggle with the concept of finding purpose in her life and mine. There needs to be meaning it is just too cruel to have lost my baby and never for a good reason. Death is like a wound, it heals, but it is never the same. The scar is always there sometimes painful, sometimes just a reminder of who is no longer with you.
My mind, it drifts off to places I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember the sad times in my life, I know that sounds wrong, but the heart ache from the sadness is more than I was to remember. it's there, it defined who i am, and it tags along to who I am going to be. I normally can keep the pain in check, but now it is slow creeping up and showing itself. The sadness and the regret of life, I don't want to have it here, I want to be free from that pain and continue on.
Day after day I think about everything I have been through. At what point will the pain, the grief and the suffering stop. I just want the pain to stop.
Billy asked me something in reference to another person earlier. I said that people do what they do sometimes because that is what makes them happy. Then some times they do what they do so no one see the pain. Press remember that the outward appearance is not always a true reflection.
I can never go back to what was, even though life was so simple. The choices and the paths that brought me to where I am have taught me many things, though we long for more and better things, the things that are best are what we had but did not cheerish. And as I sit here longing for what I no longer have I must try to remember to love what it here.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
I have spent many days, months and years trying to share the heart ache that I went through from my daughter death, just to maybe give one person some peace. I try never to give false hope, for I have learned for myself, the pain will last until you die. There are days that life goes on as it should, you can laugh and smile, but then there are the others. The days when the pain of your child's deaths, even years later hits you, leaving you feeling as though you have lost your breath. Today is one of those days for me. The short time of her life so long ago now seems to have broken down to a few quick flashes of memories in my mind. Each year less and less of my child remains in my mind. For the longest time I could recall ever bit of her life, and every moment from her death. I try so hard to be strong, to not show my emotions. Because when I break, it does not just take a moment to recover from the heart ache, it takes what seems forever. It becomes larger than my daughter, it rolls over into ever aspect of my world, and consumes my emotions.
Years never make the world better, it is a scar that will always be there.