Mango Loaf with NO ADDED SUGAR

Mangoes. I guess we are so busy enjoying the fruit on its own when it is in season, that we forget that mangoes make for a great fruit to cook with. In keeping with the same aim, I tried to bake a mango loaf, just like a banana bread.

Why a mango loaf, because I thought that it can be a great base for stone fruit and yogurt or mascarpone , just like or better than a typical pound cake. And its true. Freshly pureed mango is airy and hence the cake is surprisingly light without any egg white whipping involved.

I served these with honey and fresh mangoes. You can choose any fruit and greek yogurt or whipped cream or better still mascarpone cheese. I was skeptical about using or not using vanilla extract in this recipe, worried that the cake will turn out to be more eggy than mongo-ey. But thankfully, they turned out to have only delicate mango flavour
125 gms butter
2 eggs
1 cup mango puree
100 gms all purpose flour
155 gms fine polenta
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp whole oats for garnishing on top of the loaf

  1. Cream the butter and the mango puree. Add the eggs one at a time and whisk through.
  2. Add the rest of the dry ingredients and fold the cake. Be careful to do this delicately so that the air incorporated in the mixture is not released.
  3. Pour the mixture in a parchment paper lined loaf tin of 10 inch length. Sprinkle the whole oats on top and bake in a pre heated oven at 180 degree centigrade for 45 minute or till a poked skewer comes out clean.
  4. The loaf will rise and tends to split down the middle. Don’t worry about that.
  5. Serve with fruit of choice and cream/ icecream/ cheese.
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Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

– Maya Angelou

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