Guilt Free Whole Wheat Chocolate Banana Cupcakes With NO Added Sugar

This had to be the first recipe I shared, because it is the one I am most thankful for. I bake these almost every other day. This is in no way supposed to be a miracle food that makes you lose weight. No. Eat a healthy diet and exercise to not be a total potato. Or don’t! that’s your call. The only thing these cupcakes are meant to do is to give you a guilt free way to indulge your sweet tooth without consuming empty calories. By replacing sugar with fruit we simply get additional nutrients apart from the sweetness they impart to the dish. Now that we’ve gotten the PSA out of the way(for legal reasons), let’s get to baking.

What You’ll Need :

Additionally, you will need around 50 ml of milk or water to loosen the batter and almonds or any other preferred nuts to top the cupcakes.

Do not put your ingredients into a million little cups. That does nothing but leave you with a million dishes to wash. Have I ever done this before? No. Will I ever do this again? No. Just don’t do it. However putting this together did satisfy my OCD to a point of unexplainable satisfaction.

Step By Step Instructions That Nobody Asked For :

  1. Mix all your dry ingredients in a bowl and sift them together as well. Sifting helps you avoid over-mixing later when you combine the wet ingredients and dry ingredients one by one.
  2. Mix all your wet ingredients together; eggs first, followed by the mashed bananas and dates puree, then add the melted butter. Does the order matter? No. Not at all. I just added it for funsies.
  3. Mix your wet and dry ingredients only until they’re combined. Just fold them together. Do not over-mix. Why? I don’t know? Just don’t.
  4. Once you’ve mixed the batter, pour in your milk little by little and mix till you get the perfect consistency. A good measure is to have your batter be loose enough to let a spoon move freely without needing to use too much force. And when you pick up the batter in a spoon, some of it should still stick to the spoon when you turn it upside down. So add your milk slowly. If your batter is thick, you can always add more. But if your batter is too runny, your cake is by all means fucked. 🙂
  5. Grease your choice of cake tin with oil, butter or spray. Whatever you like! Go crazy. I like using a cupcake mould for portion control. If you don’t have a mould just use a large mug and use a third of the ingredients to make the batter.
  6. Pour in your batter, add nuts to top it if you’d like.

7. Pre-heat your oven to 180 degrees Celsius. Pop that sucker in and let it bake around 15 minutes. The bake time will vary depending on the type of mould you use, the size of your oven and the height of the rack you’re using. For instance, this is how I bake mine.

My oven has fans on the top, so placing the mould on a high rack allows it to bake evenly. If you’re not using a microwave like I am, your regular old oven will already have racks, just place it on the top one. No issues if you don’t have a rack either. It will just take a bit longer to cook when it’s further away from the heat source.

8. Use a tooth pick or any “pointy device” you can lay your hands on to check your cake after 15 minutes. Your cupcakes are done when the toothpick comes out with a thin layer of solid batter sticking to it. (If baking it in a mug then it will take no more than 2-4 minutes.)

Once you take your little creation out of the oven, let it cool down before you remove it from it’s mould. And for best results, eat them after chilling the cupcakes. I find that when it is hot, you notice the absence of added sugar more and when it is chilled, it has this dark chocolatey taste to it that is so rich you don’t miss the sugar at all. Thats it. You’re done. You can eat now.

You can follow the same recipe and replace part or the entirety of whole wheat with maida or all purpose flour. Your cupcakes will rise more and be less dense. I made these the other day with maida and they came out pretty dang good, as expected. I don’t notice a huge difference in taste so I prefer sticking to the healthier whole wheat.

I’ve made these in every possible way by now. Step by step with patience or in the middle of the night, in a single bowl, with no patience whatsoever. They always tasted good and are very easy to bake. I hope they give you some joy in these times as well. 🙂

-The Obsessive Writer (Baker?)

Make Some Art for the Artist

What happens to art when it stops being for the artist? While the world loves a good crowd pleaser, we don’t really make room in our hearts for pretenders. I started writing – I don’t even know how many years ago. It was just, what I did.

“Oh that girl? Yeah, she writes on her blog and stuff”

When did I stop taking pride in being referred to that way?

When you’re good(well, subjectively speaking) at something, it is just expected that you make something out of it. You’re good at kicking things? you’re expected to try and eventually become a professional football player. You can stab something and watch it bleed without passing out? Maybe go study to be a surgeon then. In all seriousness, that’s what talent is: a conjuror of expectations. Both to the world and oneself. When these expectations are not satisfied, what IS talent, but a crippling burden? Do you know what’s worse than feeling talentless? It is knowing you’re good, but not good enough. Having flown so high, only to drop before you could taste the stars.

So I ended up studying to be an engineer. I learnt all those mathematical principles. I’ve got to put them to use somewhere, right? When you can’t find the solution to a complicated problem, you don’t always have to move forward. You can take a step back, move in a different direction, compare outcomes and go with the better alternative. Heard of backtracking, bitches? Sorry. I get defensive when the nerd comes out. So lets all take step back together. 1-2- cha cha- huh?

What if you don’t “fail”?. What if, you’re really good at something and make it in that scene? What if I’d become the greatest blogger in the world? Would that have guaranteed satisfaction? Would have I kept writing and loved every second of it? Wait a minute, success never had anything to do with why I started writing in the first place. I wrote because I loved to read; because writing is the best experience I’ve had at feeling; writing was breathing. And I’m guessing all the psychos who started stabbing when they were kids loved doing it later in life even if they weren’t doing it in operation theatres. This “expected outcome” was NEVER part of the experience. People who develop these so-called “talents”, most often do not really set out to do so. They were just doing what they loved, and had a natural competence for it or the desire to try.

I’m here, months, maybe years later, with my complete mental calibre and sense of humour intact, telling you to go do a bit of what you love, for you. Life’s really short and unpredictable as recent worldly events have reminded me. Regardless of how far you’ve come, regardless of what people think, make some art for the artist. Because who’s going to enjoy your work more than it’s ideal target audience? You.

-The Obsessive Writer.

Hope Is All Too Common An Ail

What’s going on with the world?

How is everybody at peace?

The depressed are sent to therapy,

But who make no sense are those that are happy.

Your unsuspecting well-wisher,

Wonder what they do, when you’re not around to hear.

Have you ever wondered what everybody thought?

The angel in your mind is someone else’s thot.

You ever try to make a change?

Made empty self promises to never be dubbed deranged?

You ever feel so proud?

Then watch your strength shatter as you’re shot down from that cloud?

Why try when you’re guaranteed to fail?

Hope is all too common an ail.

©️ Abirami

The Self Proclaimed Loner

Even the middle of a mob can be a lonely place

To a self proclaimed misunderstood soul

Do I not know what to say?

My words seem to reach their ears

But all meaning simply echoes away.

Do they live a life so different from mine?

We all feel, bleed and heal

But somehow I feel less important pain.

It’s funny how,

When you’re dealt a bad hand,

And you’re looking for someone to blame,

The first victim is always on the other side of a mirror.

Its tragic how,

You give your all to someone,

And receive nothing in return but shame,

The expectant fate of an obedient giver.

In this particular lonely corner of a crowded room,

I ask myself,

Can a soul be so misunderstood it doesn’t understand itself?

©️ Abirami


Afraid to love;

It is a tremendous burden to bear,

To have somebody.

Afraid to lose,

It is a pain unlike any other,

The soul’s malady.

Happiness is a precarious possession,

To a heart soon to be destitute of love.

For there is a fate worse than death

To live, but never whole again for another breath.

©️ Abirami

Makeup Routine

Every morning like clock work

With the rise of dawn

Arises my need,

The need to cover up.

A few strokes of brushes,

A few dabs of paints,

When I’m done and look in the mirror,

I wonder,

What did I spend all this time covering up?

Imperfections or my identity?

Too bad they don’t make concealer for your personality.

©️ Abirami


This is my first attempt at digital art. Please let me know what you think! 😀 I couldn’t find a mouse so I had to make do with the touch pad of my laptop which is why the drawing is a bit trash.

Your feedback is much appreciated! Thank you 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer