Recently, I made some cupcakes with olive oil. It was a first for me; I usually make cupcakes with butter. Or maybe canola oil. But olive oil? Wouldn’t that add an unwanted olive flavor to the cupcakes?
Well, I just had to try it. I do wonder, though, how olive oil came to be a cupcake ingredient…
Eleni was happy with her last pressing of olive oil. She had tasted it with some bread. Such a fruity, rich aroma, with a grassy aftertaste that went so well with some freshly-baked bread. She couldn’t wait to start filling more bottles with it.
She had a party to attend later in the evening. Her dear friend, a self-confessed chocaholic, had requested Eleni’s presence, along with some chocolate cupcakes. But first she had to take care of her new batch of olive oil.
Walking into the large warehouse where she stored her barrels of olive oil, Eleni walked up to one of them. She noticed it was leaking. A thin stream of the green-colored liquid was coming out of the barrel like snot out of a child’s runny nose. She needed to stop the leak, or else her beloved olive oil would be all over the warehouse floor.
A roll of wax paper beckoned to her from the corner of the warehouse. It was there only to wrap loaves of bread she used for olive oil tastings. But the wax paper would probably do a fine job of keeping the oil in the barrel. At least until she could get the barrel patched up for real. So she tore off a large piece, and stuck it on the barrel, tucking the corners under the metal rings of the barrel. The leak stopped. For now.
The cupcakes! Eleni needed to get started on those. She went into her kitchen to start baking. Flour, sugar, cocoa powder, butter… wait, where’s the butter? She rifled through all the shelves in her fridge. None. Not a single stick. How on earth was she going to make chocolate cupcakes? She had promised them. Now she was going to be a cupcake reneger. She couldn’t have that on her conscience.
Whenever Eleni was stressed, she liked to go into her olive oil warehouse. There was something about the big open space and the numerous barrels stacked all the way to the vaulted ceiling that calmed her down. In this tranquil environment, she could collect her thoughts and forget about her troubles.
Just then, a young woman stumbled into the warehouse. Eleni was startled, as she usually did not have unannounced visitors entering her warehouse. She introduced herself as Dimitra. She had a striking resemblance to what a Greek goddess might look like in modern times; her long, flowy hair and her impossibly high cheekbones were things that women all over Greece would die for.
Immediately, Eleni could feel heart palpitations. It was so unexpected. She had never had this feeling before. Where was it coming from? Was this mysterious stranger somehow igniting some repressed fire within her?
Soon, she found herself approaching the voluptuous Dimitra, like a jackal sneaking up on its prey. Dimitra was equally intrigued. This smart, confident woman with her own olive oil company had this ineffable quality that she was drawn to.
They threw themselves at each other like two lions fighting over the last piece of zebra meat. Before she knew it, Eleni’s skirt was on the warehouse floor, and her blouse had been cast aside like the cape of a toreador dodging a bull. As her breasts, now free from the brassiere that had been supporting them since this morning, bounced up and down, Dimitra’s tongue came flying into her mouth. Oh the soft touch of a woman’s mouth! She had never experienced such a sensation before. Eleni could feel herself getting wet in her private area.
As they groped each other and kissed passionately, they were stumbling around the warehouse in a scene one might imagine would occur if the Tasmanian Devil were in some mating ritual. Eleni bumped into a barrel in the course of their lovemaking. It just happened to be the same one that she had patched up not long ago. The wax paper was dislodged by the collision, and the leak was even bigger than before. Soon, the olive oil was flowing out onto the floor as if a dam holding olive oil had burst.
But they had no time to tend to the leak. Their tongues were in each other’s mouths, their hands all over each other’s vulvas, their legs wrapped around each other’s backs. There were no free appendages to plug the leak. Dimitra had soon gotten Eleni on her back. Her back was now covered in olive oil. They started rolling around in the oil slick, their bodies sliding against each other, with just enough friction to create the most amazing sensation between their legs.
Dimitra grabbed a pestle nearby. Where did that come from? They must have knocked something over and caused the pestle to fall to the ground and get lost in the oil slick during their whirlwind of making out. She took the pestle and gently penetrated Eleni with it. She let out a long, guttural moan that came from her basest of instincts. It was pleasure like she had never known before.
As Dimitra straddled Eleni and thrust the pestle in and out of her, Eleni could feel the pressure building up inside. Every time the pestle hit her clitoris, she could feel waves of pleasure coming over her. It was like approaching the edge of a precipice. The pressure kept building. Soon, she reached climax. It always felt like falling to her. Well, that plus an incredible feeling of pleasure between her legs.
She was spent. Eleni relaxed her body, which was now limp on the olive oil-coated floor of the warehouse. As her thoughts floated away on an orgasmic cloud of bliss, inspiration suddenly struck her. She could use olive oil in place of the butter in her cupcakes!
Eleni flung Dimitra off of her, while she bolted to the bathroom to rinse off all the oil from her body. She quickly threw on a big shirt and made her way to the kitchen. With the dry ingredients in a bowl, she poured in some olive oil from the bottle she always kept in the kitchen, along with some coffee, since coffee went so well with chocolate. The batter was coming together. After pouring the batter into some cupcake liners, into the oven went the tray of cupcakes.
After about twenty minutes, the cupcakes had risen nicely, and they were done. The smell of chocolate filled the kitchen. She was ecstatic that she had gotten her cupcakes to turn out wonderfully, and discovered a new recipe to boot. And that encounter! Eleni just realized that she had left Dimitra on the oil-covered floor of the warehouse. She quickly ran over to the warehouse, hoping to patch things up with this real-life goddess.
But when she got there, there was no trace of her. The floor glistened with olive oil, but the warehouse was completely empty. Eleni sighed, as she reminisced about her steamy encounter one last time.
Well anyway, I found this recipe for olive oil chocolate cupcakes here. I kept it simple by dusting the cupcakes with powdered sugar, instead of making a frosting.
Olive Oil Chocolate Cupcakes
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup coffee
1 tablespoon white vinegar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
6 tablespoons olive oil
powdered sugar for dusting
- Preheat the oven to 350F, and put 12 cupcake liners in a muffin tin.
- Mix the dry ingredients (flour, cocoa powder, sugar, baking soda, salt) in a bowl until there are no lumps.
- Mix the wet ingredients (coffee, vinegar, vanilla extract, olive oil) in a separate bowl.
- Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients, and stir until just combined.
- Fill the cupcake liners about 2/3 full of batter.
- Bake for 18 to 20 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of a cupcake comes out clean.
- Let the cupcakes cool on a rack, and dust them with powdered sugar if desired.
The dry ingredients. Cocoa powder tends to be clumpy, so you have to stir quite a while to get all the clumps out.
The wet ingredients. The olive oil tends to separate a bit.
After mixing the wet and dry ingredients together, it forms this nice batter.
The batter goes into some cupcake liners, as you might expect for cupcakes.
Here they are after 18 minutes in the oven.
After dusting the cupcakes with powdered sugar.
It’s like snow that’s fallen on some mountains.
One of the cupcakes up close.
The inside was nice and moist, at least when they first came out of the oven. The white vinegar and olive oil probably helped to make them moist. I also liked these because they weren’t too sweet.
It was probably the first time I made a dessert with white vinegar and olive oil. But I thought they came out pretty well!