Chickpea flour cake baked with tarragon and artichoke hearts AND spinach sauteed with white beans and black truffle butter

chickpea flour cake baked with tarragon and artichoke hearts

chickpea flour cake baked with tarragon and artichoke hearts

Malcolm wore flannel pajamas under his trousers all winter long. Why did he do it? He has his reasons! Was it for warmth? for comfort? for a sense of extra security? Out of laziness? Was it a nouveau-grunge look? (Grunge is more than a stylistic choice for Malcolm, it’s a way of life, and if you doubt his devotion to the cause, look at his fingernails.) These last few days, the unseasonably cool weather has given way with complete submission to the unseasonably warm weather. No peaceful transition of balmy spring-like days. Cold to hot, just like that. We took a walk after dinner one evening, and we were all a little overdressed and a little warm, and none more so than malcolm, with flannel pjs inside of his flannel-lined trousers. We said, “Are you really still…?” He said, in a sweetly funny, sighing voice, “I regret it.” And, of course, this got me thinking about Malcolm and regrets. It really seems as if children have no regrets – my children anyway! Perhaps they’re prodigiously lacking in compunction, but it seems as if their friends are just the same. And this is yet one more way that I wish I was more like them. I feel as though I live my life under the weight of a vast network of regrets. They cling to me like spider webs as I pass through my days. They seem silly, but they add up, and they slow me down. Why did I have that last cup of coffee when my heart already feels like it’s going to explode? Why did I have that last glass of wine when my head feels as if it’s going to explode? Why did I say what was on my mind when I knew nobody wanted to hear it? Why was I so snappish with Isaac when he hadn’t really done anything bad? Why did I curse angrily in front of Malcolm when I know it makes him sad? And on and on it goes. Sometimes, I’ll have a faint hint of uneasiness, a nagging feeling that I’d done or said something regrettable, and in trying to unravel that one string, I’ll pull on a million others, so I can feel my heart sinking over something foolish I said decades ago. But my boys aren’t like that. They move right on with their lives. They’re never angry for long, they’re not resentful. They don’t store up bitter feelings about something somebody else has done, and they do themselves the same favor. This makes them light of heart despite the fact that their hearts are endearingly full at all times. Sometimes they’re irritatingly on-with-the-next-thing. Sometimes I have to stop myself from shouting, “You just spilled a pint of juice on your homework! Show some remorse you little psychopath!!” I think I’ll try to be more like them. I think I’ll imagine myself throwing away my regrets the way the boys throw rocks into the water–joyously and wildly, never worrying about the splashes, never regretting the loss of the stones.

Chickpea flour tart

Chickpea flour tart

I thought this dinner turned out so pretty! I’m not even sure what to call it. I made a batter such as I might make for puffy socca or chickpea flour crepes. I cheat and add eggs and a bit of white flour, as you may recall, and this makes the batter lighter and easier to work with, whilst retaining the singular taste and texture of chickpea flour. So I did this, and then I arranged artichoke hearts, grape tomatoes, tarragon leaves and mozzarella cheese in a pretty pattern on the surface of the batter, and then I baked it! I thought it tasted very good! I love tarragon, but my boys were disconcerted by whole leaves of it, so you might want to chop it up. Or use rosemary or basil instead. Chickpea flour tends to result in a slightly dry texture, so we ate this with sauteed spinach, white beans, and black truffle butter. The combination was absolutely delicious!! You could eat it with any kind of soft sauteed vegetable or even a simple tomato sauce, though.
spinach sauteed with white beans and black truffle butter

spinach sauteed with white beans and black truffle butter

Of course it’s going to be Edith Piaf, with Non, Je ne regrette rien, isn’t it?

1 cup chickpea flour (besan)
1/2 cup white flour
1/2 t salt
lots of black pepper
1 t baking powder
1/3 cup olive oil
2 eggs
1/2 cup warm water

4 artichoke hearts (I use canned in brine) drained and chopped in half lengthwise
a small sprig of tarragon, leaves only
10 – 12 grape or cherry tomatoes, halved
1 cup mozzarella cheese, chopped into small cubes or slivers, or grated

In a large bowl, combine the flours, the salt, pepper, and baking powder. Beat in the eggs and olive oil, and add enough water to make a thick batter – 1/2 cup should do it.

Let the batter sit while you preheat the oven to 425. Generously coat a small baking pan or tart shell with olive oil. Spread the batter in ann even layer. Arrange the artichoke hearts, tarragon leaves and tomatoes in a pretty pattern. Scatter the cheese all around them.

Bake for 25 – 30 minutes, until the cheese is melted and bubbly, the chickpea flour cake is puffed and brown on the edges. Let sit for a moment, and then serve with some sauteed greens, or any kind of sauce you like.


1 T olive oil
1 t red pepper flakes (or to taste)
1 clove garlic, minced (unless there’s garlic in your truffle butter)
1 can small white beans, rinsed and drained
4 or 5 packed cups baby spinach, chopped quite fine
1 T black truffle butter
salt and lots of freshly ground pepper

Warm the olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the pepper flakes, and garlic if you’re using. Add the white beans, and stir and fry a bit, till they’re warm. Add the spinach, and cook till it’s just wilted and bright. Add a little water if necessary to loosen it up. Stir in the truffle butter, and season with salt and plenty of black pepper.


7 thoughts on “Chickpea flour cake baked with tarragon and artichoke hearts AND spinach sauteed with white beans and black truffle butter

  1. Ah Claire – I love your honesty and the truthiness of your words. I would say that you have clearly done a good job of not passing on those burdensome regrets to your children. This is something that I struggle with too and fail many times…
    I am new to your lovely blog. We are a non meat family living in a massively meat eating country (New Zealand) and it can feel quite isolating at times, especially when we all share in this together and don’t cook separate meat meals for our children. Needless to say, we eat very well and in this area, at least, I have no regrets!
    I have only used chickpea flour when making pakora (which I don’t do often due to the sheer and scary amounts of oil needed) but will explore this ingredient further with your prompting. Thanks again…

    • Welcome, and thanks for your kind words! It can be a fun sort of challenge to raise vegetarian children, can’t it? I think mine are the only vegetarians in their school, and so far they’re okay with it, but we’ll see how that goes!!

      Thanks for taking the time to comment!

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