#eggless tea cakes

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Eggless Orange Almond Pecan Cranberry Chocolate Chip Pound Cake ... delicious mouthful!

Eggless Orange Almond Pecan Cranberry Chocolate Chip Pound Cake … this pound cake is everything good, actually JUST TOO GOOD! I used to bake a really nice orange pound cake when I used to bake with eggs. It had a wonderful crumb and each bite was moist and satisfying. One bite of this eggless pound cake and the memories just came tumbling in. It was exactly as I remembered, ONLY…

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Whole wheat mixed Berries Crumble Cake- your Tea time Companion

[arcadianambivalence]

Seven for Shelter, Part 1

A World on Fire fanfiction

December 22nd marks the 82nd anniversary of what’s known as the Christmas Blitz, the beginning of two consecutive nights when the city of Manchester and its surrounding area was bombed during World War Two.

I wanted to do something to acknowledge this event for the World on Fire watchers as we wait for season two’s take on Manchester’s experiences at war. So here’s part of a slightly longer fic I’ve been researching for the past few months. I’ll try to upload more soon.

Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without any presents…

From the recesses of her memory, Lois recalls a favorite book from her childhood that began with four girls bemoaning the war shortages at Christmastime, and now here she was, living what once seemed like a story from generations back and an ocean away. As a girl, her family always pulled something together for her and Tom, even if it was an altered hand-me-down dress or jumper, or a trip to the pictures. Now long past the age of wonder and enchantment, she feels each December stretching out before her like a doorway to a darkened stairwell, drawing her down and down to the cold mundane.

This time last year, she was off to see the world, excited for her life apart from her father and Tom—her real life—to begin. Of course, even then she had already tipped over the precipice that would land her back in Manchester for much longer than expected.

This time two years ago, she was slipping from a day shift at the factory to an evening political meeting to a night practice with the band, blissfully unaware of her options, and staying awake until all hours of the night by choice, completely unaware of the luxury of rest in her own bed.

Now she has two beds: her own in a room too large for her and the baby—and a bench in the Anderson shelter behind home. She hardly sleeps comfortably in either, no matter how much she tries to make it feel like a bedroom. Every time, the baby shivers in her siren suit and wails at the air raid sirens until she gives way to exhaustion and finally sleeps.

Connie must read the fatigue pooling under her eyes. “Have you slept lately?”

It’s the first thing she mentions when she visits for tea—or what passes for tea when watered down to stretch longer. Lois has been saving up for this weekly chat. 

Weekly, where once they had torn through town nightly.

Kettle in hand, Lois scoffs and begins to pour. “It’s good to see you, too, Connie.”

“I’m sorry. I meant—thank you, that’s enough—can I help with the baby? With anything?”

“I’ve got it.” Lois sets the kettle back on the cooker and takes a seat across from Connie. “Right now, the baby’s easy to amuse. Watch this.” She leans over to wiggle her fingers in front of the baby’s face, eliciting a delighted coo.

“She’s getting so big…” Connie says.

“And soft as a parkin,” croons Lois.

Their conversation wanders from the baby to work, how the factory wouldn’t hire an unwed new mother (engaged or not), and how Connie and the band were getting on. As they wash the teacups, they trade jokes about the latest confectionary disaster now that even margarine is rationed. Lois recounts a botched attempt at an eggless cake. Connie suggests beetroot sandwich.

Lois grimaces in mock horror. “Only if the rest of the garden doesn’t grow.”

“Hey,” Connie playfully nudges Lois, “Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it!”

“Try what?” Douglas asks, entering the kitchen.

“A nice and crunchy beetroot sandwich!”

As Connie explains her cooking process, Lois glances over at her father, absentmindedly noticing he’s wearing his nice jumper. “Going somewhere, Dad?” Lois asks, once Connie’s finished.

He shoves his hands in his pockets. “What? Go somewhere? No, I was just…” he shrugs, “Thinking of making a beetroot sandwich like Connie said.”

Lois frowns. “We don’t have any beetroot.”

Douglas hesitates, then shrugs again. “Then I guess I’ll have whatever’s in the pantry.”

“Okay then. We’re off.”

He’s still fiddling around in the pantry as Lois and Connie bundle the baby into the parm and make their way out the front door. They quickly fall back into conversation. Connie talks about how Eddie has gone again, this time to perform in London with a new band, how she’s gotten used to being in a quiet flat once more until the sirens send her to the nearest shelter. 

And it’s nice to have this, someone other than Dad to talk to about mundane and momentous things. As they amble down the street and round the corner, the conversation turns to Vernon.

“Have you set a date for the wedding?”

Lois sighs. “Not yet. He doesn’t have enough leave to get here.”

Connie hums. “Then you should go to him.”

“What? And ask the squadron chaplain to marry us on the runway?”

Connie tilts her head. “Why not? Beats reading the banns around here.”

“I haven’t even met his family yet.”

“But you have written, haven’t you?”

“Oh, yes. ��Hello Mr. and Mrs. Hunter. We’ve never met before, but I’m marrying your son. I’m a factory-worker-slash-singer from Manchester. Also, I have a baby...no, not with him.’”

Connie grins. “Now you’re sounding more like yourself. Have you heard back?”

Lois drops her gaze and shakes her head.

“That’ll be from the roads, I expect, or another raid on the postal service.” Connie keeps her voice light. She bumps her hip against Lois’s. “You know, I got a letter from my cousin Betty the other day. It was dated October 6th. Apparently, it had gotten stuck in a bin at a service center for weeks. Must have been stepped on, too. There was a footprint on the corner...”

It is an obvious lie, though kindly meant. Lois doesn’t say anything, just listens to the squeaking of the pram wheels and the clatter of their feet.

“Promise me you’ll try again.”

Crick...crick...crick...

“Lois?” Connie grabs the handle of the pram, forcing it to stop. “Look at me. You’re marrying his family, too...no matter what happens. And if they’re anything like him, they’re decent people, too. Not every family’s like Har—”

“This isn’t about that!” Lois snaps. “I just...” she swallows down the lump in her throat, “I can’t let myself think like that. Not again.”

Connie’s free hand covers Lois’s, warm against the December cold. “All I’m saying is try again.”

Lois has known Connie since they were girls. She knows Connie won’t let up until she admits defeat. She nods.

Connie lets go of the pram.

They walk along in silence like that for a few minutes until Lois can’t stand it. “Did you see we get an extra ration of sugar for Christmas?”

“I already used mine.”

“What?”

“My neighbor has four children. The youngest is not yet ten. I told her that since I’ll be with my sister this Christmas, she could have my ration.”

“That was kind of you…but rations are done for each person, not each adult.”

Connie shrugs. “I felt bad being on my own with her like that. These days, all the kids can get for Christmas is an orange, if they’re lucky.” She glances down at the baby. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll give next year’s Christmas ration to you for your baby.”

“Next year?” Lois feels her stomach drop.

All her life, she’s tried so hard not to think of the future, not in any definite terms, anyway. Every day was just to get through the week. Then the baby came, and she still couldn’t see beyond the next month. If things were quiet, she could make herself picture a dress to make for the baby in spring. If the baby didn’t grow bigger and hungrier every day, she’d barely recognize the passage of time at all. Each day feels like a long copy of the previous one...until the Christmas season.

Now she’s latched onto the meager festivities like a little girl again, planning a dinner with the precision of a palace chef: swap almond paste for real almonds, make do with vegetables instead of turkey, and whip up an ersatz cream for a cake. The sugar she’d save for the cake and a surprise half-spoonful in her dad’s tea.

But that’s with this year’s rations. What will be left next year?

Would there be a next year? 

The memory closes in on her like water. In summer, back before the baby, back when Vernon was just another blue uniform in a crowd, she’d gone to Plymouth with the band, but before they could perform, an air raid siren drove them underground. When the all-clear was given, they got back on the bus and went on as usual, but not to their intended venue. That had been hit during the raid. As their bus rounded the corner to the hotel, she had glimpsed the cratered theater smoking like a collapsed pudding. 

They had been merely three blocks away at the time of the raid.

Connie places a hand on her shoulder.

She slowly returns to the surface. “What?”

“I said, do you need to sit down somewhere? Is it the baby?”

Irritation fills her voice. “No, it’s not the baby. Everyone asks that, but it’s not the baby. I’ve worked in the factory since I was eighteen, but surely the baby’s more exhausting than that!”

As if on cue, the baby begins to fuss.

Lois sighs. “I’m sorry. We have to turn back.”

Then the baby begins to smell.

And so they haul the pram around and set off home at a brisk pace. By the time they arrive back home, Lois wants nothing more than to clean the baby, set her down for a nap, then rest on the sofa until her thoughts settle. The last thing she expects is to see a familiar black auto pulled up by the front door.

“What’s she doing here?” Connie asks, as dumbfounded as Lois.

For the past four months, Robina Chase had not once called on the Bennets, not even to see the baby. Probably expects the money took care of that, Lois thinks bitterly. The money is burning a hole in her sock drawer, where it had been since late summer. Each time she reached for it, she reminded herself what it meant to spend the Chase charity and invariably found another way to make do. But one day, she knows, the new mother allowances will run out.

Then a gush of wind sends her shuddering in her coat and calf-length dress, and Lois has no choice but to push the buggy over the threshold and bundle inside. The clatter of wheels on the floor draws her father’s attention.

“Lois?” She can hear his voice from the kitchen.

She glances at Connie with what she hopes is a look of exasperation before peeking into the kitchen. “Yes, Dad?”

Douglas is sat at the table, Robina in the chair next to him. Lois can’t help but read a strain in her father’s smile as he says, “Look who’s come to visit!”

Robina is not the only visitor, it turns out. She has brought Jan and Grygorsz with her. Lois’s mood can’t help but lighten a little at the sight of the brothers. Jan has grown since she last saw him, but his eyes are big and shiny as ever. Grygorsz, she doesn’t know as well—in fact, they have exchanged maybe ten words since they met—but he’s never given her any reason to dislike him. Dad seems to get on just fine with him in the few times he has visited. 

With Robina, on the other hand…Lois doesn’t know what to think. One minute, the two are conspiring behind her back to treat her as a charity case, the next, they can’t stand each other. Today’s visit looks like a reluctant olive branch, though. Or the boys are a shield.

“I was just congratulating your father on your engagement,” Robina says.

“Were you?” Lois scans her father’s face. Dad glances down at the table. She makes her voice softer. “Thank you.”

Lois glances at the boys. Jan is beaming in his seat, and Grygorsz has a shy smile. 

Robina tilts her chin up with a gleam in her eye. “It is so good to know you have found a suitable man.”

The boys are a shield.

Lois makes sure to direct her gaze to Dad as she says, “Yes. He is a good man. What else did Dad tell you?”

The baby begins to whine behind her. Lois has never been more grateful for the sound.

“Lois!” Connie hisses.

Robina seems to notice Connie for the first time. She nods politely.

Connie nods, eying Robina warily. The baby is so loud, Lois can hardly hear Connie’s polite greeting over the wails.

“Well, the baby needs us,.” Lois says, stepping backward and lightly knocking her elbow against Connie’s, “Right, Connie?” And with that, they whisk the baby up the stairs to the quiet of the bedroom.

Lois is able to contain her anger and indignation for roughly five minutes while changing the baby, then she can’t any longer. “I can’t believe him. Springing her on me like that. And telling her everything!”

“Maybe she surprised him?” Connie suggests.

“No, no. Did you see the table? He planned this and didn’t tell me.”

“Would you have agreed if he asked?”

Lois stares at Connie.

“All year, I’ve heard you talk about how much you can’t stand her, how he is about Harry. But you have a child, Lois, and you are not the only family she has.”

“What? W-whose side are you on?” Lois sputters.

Connie raises her eyebrows. “Do you really have to ask?”

“I just…I want to be done with her! With that family. But every time I think I’ve made a clean break, Dad invites her back in.”

Connie hums thoughtfully and says nothing.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’ve just become so angry lately. Every day, there’s something new to set me off.” She swallows and looks up helplessly. “I know it’s no excuse.”

Connie shrugs and sits beside her on the bed. “You’ve been angry since the day I met you, Lois.” She smiles to take the sting out of her words. “We all have our reasons.”

Lois remembers. They’d met soon after her mother died, when Lois was all raw and resentful of every spoiled and complacent child in school who never thought to acknowledge how lucky they were to not have a gaping hole in their chest the shape of an empty table seat. But not Connie. A year older, graceful, and with eyes that could see right through everyone, Connie was everything Lois admired. They got on right away.

She rolls her hand over, palm up. Connie places her hand over hers. “Thank you for understanding,” she whispers.

Connie squeezes her hand. “Anyway, it’s not me you should be apologizing to you.”

“You’re right.” Lois nods and smooths her skirt. Beside them, the baby kicks her little legs in the air, flinging the hem of her dress over her dimpled knees and tummy. “Come on, little one. Let’s go see your Grandfather.” She stands and leans over the baby, trying to calm the child enough to scoop her in her arms.

And then she hears it.

The low wail of an air raid siren. 

All thoughts disappear from her mind.

A second siren starts up, this one closer. Then a third, just down the street.

Oh.

The baby’s mouth drops open as a distraught shriek emerges, joining the chorus.

It’s here, she thinks, gazing down at her daughter, it’s happening here.

Then her body moves without her. She snatches up the wriggling baby and holds her tight to her chest. She turns to Connie. “There’s a shelter in the back. I need you to carry that bag in the corner.”

In a flash, Connie is off the bed and across the room. It’s an emergency bag: two itchy blankets, the baby’s siren suit and hers, a tiny unused gas mask, a change of clothes, a first aid kit, and whatever documents she couldn’t fit in her purse.

She can hear raised voices below. The chairs in the kitchen scrape against the floor. She thinks Douglas calls out her name.

Connie hefts the bag with both hands, and the two wordlessly rush down the stairs.

Lois lifts the baby, Connie grabs the bag, and they wordlessly rush down the stairs. Douglas is waiting for them at the bottom, his suitcase already in his hand. He’s kept it in the den.

“Do you have everything?” He asks, voice raised over the pulsing wails of the sirens and the baby.

“Yes,” she says.

All the way down and through the kitchen, Lois has a nagging feeling at the back of her head that she’s forgotten something. She glances around wildly–shoes, bags, Connie’s purse, her purse, coats…

Someone opens the back door, and everyone files out to the Anderson shelter. The moon overhead lights the path.

Still, there’s something missing…

As she steps out of the house and into the freezing night air, Lois remembers what it is. The money in the sock drawer. But there is no time to turn back. The door to the Anderson shelter is low to the ground, and Douglas is behind her. 

She stoops low to step through the entryway, then the darkness swallows her.

. . .

Part 2

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Eggless Tea Cake Magic: No-Oven, No-Butter, No-Egg Delight!

Eggless Tea Cake without Oven: No Butter, No Egg Plain Cake Recipe Ingredients: 1.5 cups all-purpose flour 1 cup granulated sugar 1 cup milk 1/4 cup vegetable oil 1 tablespoon vinegar 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/2 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoon baking powder A pinch of salt Instructions: 1. Preheat the pan. Grease a non-stick pan or a pressure cooker (without the gasket and whistle) with oil.…

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Why Should You Try The Tempting Tastes of Indian Bakeries in Brampton?

The vibrant city of Brampton, Ontario, is well renowned for its diverse culinary scene. A popular choice among the many gastronomic alternatives are Indian bakeries, which entice both locals and visitors with their delectable treats and fragrant scents. In this blog post, we'll embark on a delightful exploration of the best Indian bakeries in Brampton. 

We'll explore the fascinating world of pastries this city has to offer, from the greatest vegetarian bakeries and Indian bakery in Brampton to places that are exclusively for vegetarians.

Discovering the Finest Veggie Bakery in Brampton

When it comes to vegetarian baked goods, Brampton proudly presents its crown jewel, The Best Veggie Bakery. This exceptional establishment takes immense pride in offering an extensive range of delectable vegetarian options that cater to the diverse palates of its customers. From savoury delicacies such as samosas and vegetable puffs to divine sweet treats like eggless cakes and pastries, The Best Indian bakery in Brampton ensures that vegetarian options never compromise on taste or quality.

Unveiling the Delights of Cake Shops in Brampton

Cake enthusiasts will find a variety of tempting cake stores in Brampton, each with its own distinct specialties. These places take dessert to a whole new level by providing everything from classic flavours that last to specially made cakes for special occasions. 

Indian bakery in Brampton  can help you celebrate any kind of milestone, be it an anniversary, birthday, or anything else. 

Indulging in Pure Vegetarian Bliss at Brampton's Bakeries

Are you in search of a heavenly Indian bakery in Brampton that exclusively caters to pure vegetarian options? Look no further, as you have an abundance of choices to satiate your cravings. Among them, Vege bakery stands out as a true gem, attracting both vegetarians and vegans alike. Renowned for their unwavering dedication, this bakery crafts inventive plant-based alternatives that transcend the ordinary. Not only are their creations irresistibly delicious, but they also boast a remarkable nutritional profile that will leave you feeling nourished and satisfied. 

As you explore their wonderful collection of vegan cupcakes, dairy-free cookies, and eggless bread, get ready for a delectable voyage. Every mouthful is a masterful fusion of enjoyment and healthfulness, providing an unparalleled flavour experience. At Vege Bakery, plant-based brilliance and culinary genius seamlessly meet, promising to leave you enthralled.

Immersing in Indian bakery in Brampton 

Beyond the above-mentioned specialty subcategories, Brampton's bakery market is thriving with diversity and has something for every taste. The finest of Indian and western baking traditions are combined in these bakeries, which provide everything from Western-style pastries and artisan bread to traditional Indian sweets like gulab jamun and jalebi.

In addition to serving delicious cuisine, Indian bakeries in Canada are well known for their creative and vibrant designs. The walls typically feature vibrant murals, and there are also displays with colourful sweets and nibbles. The cheerful and welcoming environment of the bakery is the ideal setting for a get-together with friends over a cup of tea and a tray of treats.If you're seeking something sweet, Indian bakeries have more than just sweets. 

They are a cultural centre that honours the tastes and traditions of Indian cuisine. These bakeries, which stand as a testament to the nation's rich culinary heritage, are a must-see for everyone who wants to experience India's diverse and delicious gastronomic culture.

The Summary

With their alluring selection of vegetarian and vegan alternatives, Indian bakeries have woven themselves into the very fabric of Brampton's culinary landscape. Indian bakeries in Brampton have something to offer any discriminating palate, whether you're looking for the best vegetarian bakery, exploring cake stores, or yearning for a genuine vegetarian experience. Every visit is sure to be a memorable one thanks to the perfect blend of genuine flavour, expert craftsmanship, and uncompromising dedication to excellence. So, the next time you're in Brampton, make sure to explore the Indian bakery in Brampton  and indulge in the mouth watering treats that are waiting for you.

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Peanut Butter Cookies | Karamele Cakes

A cup of tea is incomplete without a few cookies to munch on. But what about eating healthy?

The answer lies in Karamele’s Healthy Almond-Walnut Flour Peanut Butter Cookies! A sweet cookie flavoured with the nuttiness of peanut butter to make a delicious teatime snack!

These cookies are made with love using almond-walnut flour, oats, flaxseeds and honey as per renowned Nutritionist and Dietician Kanupriya Khanna’s special recipe!

Almonds and walnuts are rich sources of omega 3 while oats have a high-fibre and high-nutrient content. Flax seeds are loaded with nutrients, omega-3, high-quality protein, fibre and lignans which may reduce cancer risk.

What’s more, refined sugar is substituted with honey which improves blood antioxidant levels. These cookies are the perfect gluten-free, dairy-free and eggless treat!

Ingredients:-

Walnut flour, almond flour, oats flour, flaxseeds, dried cranberries, honey, unsweetened peanut butter.

Storage:-

Once open store in airtight container in a cool & dry place. Keep away from direct sunlight. Consume within a week.

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Maritime War Cake

An eggless cake from the Canadian Maritimes, developed when eggs, butter, and milk were rationed. It's a real treat with a hot cup of tea and a slice of Cheddar cheese.

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Maritime War Cake

An eggless cake from the Canadian Maritimes, developed when eggs, butter, and milk were rationed. It's a real treat with a hot cup of tea and a slice of Cheddar cheese.

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Eggless Mawa Cake

Eggless Mawa Cake is a delightful fusion of Indian and Persian culinary traditions. This delectable treat offers a rich and luscious taste, with a dense texture that adds to its allure. What sets this cake apart is its deep caramel flavor, which lends a unique and irresistible quality to every bite. This whole wheat eggless mawa loaf cake with jaggery and oil is family’s new go-to tea-time…

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Whole wheat mixed Berries Crumble Tea time Cake

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Finest Range of Bakery Products in Noida

"Kidys Food Products: Baking Joy Since 1996" | "Explore the delectable world of Kidys Food Products Pvt. Ltd. - crafting egg-less bakery delights for over two decades. Unmatched quality, endless joy!"

Introducing Kidys Food Products Pvt. Ltd.: Crafting Delightful Moments Since 1996

Formerly known as Kidys Food Products, our journey began in 1996 with a commitment to deliver the finest range of bakery products to our valued customers. Over the years, we have evolved into Kidys Food Products Pvt. Ltd., standing tall as a beacon of quality and taste in the baking industry. With more than 25 years of experience specializing in Eggless bakery products, we take pride in being a name synonymous with trust and excellence.

Our mission has always been clear - to provide healthy and premium bakery products that not only tantalize your taste buds but also reflect our dedication to quality. We understand the importance of offering products that meet the diverse preferences of our customers, and our extensive range includes cookies, rusks, cakes, and namkeen. At Kidys, we believe in turning every bite into a delightful experience.

What sets Kidys Food Products Pvt. Ltd. apart is our unwavering commitment to quality ingredients and time-tested recipes. Our team of skilled bakers and chefs meticulously crafts each product to perfection, ensuring that every bite is a testament to our dedication to excellence. We take pride in being pioneers in the art of baking without eggs, catering to a wide audience that includes those with dietary preferences and restrictions.

Our range of cookies is a testament to the creativity and innovation that goes into our baking process. From classic chocolate chip to exotic fruit-infused flavors, our cookies are baked with precision to achieve the perfect balance of crunch and chewiness. Whether you're indulging in a moment of self-care or sharing with loved ones, Kidys cookies are the perfect companion.

Rusks, another jewel in our bakery crown, are crafted with a crisp exterior and a soft, flavorful interior. Whether paired with your morning tea or enjoyed as a standalone snack, our rusks are a celebration of the timeless tradition of baking.

Cakes at Kidys are not just desserts; they are an expression of joy and celebration. From elegant wedding cakes to fun and colorful birthday cakes, our skilled bakers ensure that every cake is a masterpiece. We believe in making your special moments even more memorable with our delectable cake creations.

For those who enjoy a savory twist, our namkeen range is a flavorful journey through the diverse tastes of India. From spicy to tangy, our namkeen offerings are crafted to satisfy every palate.

As we celebrate over two decades of crafting delightful moments, Kidys Food Products Pvt. Ltd. remains dedicated to providing the finest bakery products to our customers. Our journey is marked by the trust and loyalty of our customers, and we look forward to continuing this legacy of excellence for years to come. Thank you for making us a part of your celebrations and daily indulgences. Here's to many more years of creating sweet memories together!

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Eggless Date Cake Recipe A lovely and simple loaf cake made without eggs has the flavor and fragrance of dates. Serve with a cup of tea or warm with vanilla ice cream.

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Maritime War Cake

An eggless cake from the Canadian Maritimes, developed when eggs, butter, and milk were rationed. It's a real treat with a hot cup of tea and a slice of Cheddar cheese.

[serenfans]

Eggless Date Cake The flavor and aroma of dates can be found in a lovely and straightforward loaf cake made without eggs. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream or with a cup of tea. 3/4 cup milk, 1/2 cup vegetable oil, 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1/4 cup chopped walnuts, 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 1 teaspoon baking soda, 18 dates pitted and left whole, 1 cup all-purpose flour, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract