Sometimes it takes the merest of suggestions.
Somebody says carrot cake and, before you know it, you have a grater in one hand and a familiar orange vegetable in the other.*
Something happens along the way, though. Your cake bypasses the well-travelled walnut and cinnamon route and takes a turn eastwards, where it discovers pistachios and cardamoms and dates – oh my! In these foreign climes, the familiar cream cheese frosting seems somehow out of place, and is quickly shed in favour of a generous lime drizzle. Before you know it, a new incarnation of an old favourite is born, admired and eaten – and you can’t help but wonder if it’s a touch of eastern magic that causes it to disappear at such speed.
*I hasten to add that I don’t always respond so readily to such suggestions – just in case you were gettin’ any notions, like