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Earlier this week, I think it was, one of you kindly wrote to me, asking if I might do a post about what I\u2019ve been eating for lunch lately. The reader who wrote to me is pregnant, and there are a number of foods that us pregnant ladies are told to avoid, making quick, easy lunches hard to come by: no deli meats, no (uncooked) cured meats, no high-mercury fish (tuna, for example), no cheeses of certain types, and so on. I am going to spare you, however, a post on what I\u2019ve been eating at my desk lately, because my lunches are about as riveting as C-SPAN<\/a>. The post would go something like this: nut butter sandwich, carrots, tangerine, nut butter sandwich, carrots, tangerine, nut butter sandwich, carrots, tangerine, hard-boiled egg, bowl of soup, nut butter sandwich, carrots, tangerine, and if you are still awake at this point, you win a pound cake.<\/p>\n

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A pistachio<\/i> pound cake. With citrus.<\/p>\n

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I haven\u2019t found myself with much time for cooking lately, or not outside of recipe testing for my manuscript, but this cake caught my eye as I was thumbing through the latest issue of Bon App\u00e9tit<\/i>. The merest mention of the word \u201cpistachio\u201d can turn my head, and not surprisingly, this cake shot to the top of my to-do list, above more sensible tasks like making spinach-cilantro soup or poaching chicken for salad. This, for the record, is how a 33-year-old woman winds up lunching on nut butter sandwiches and carrot sticks, the official midday meal of American first graders. I blame the editor at Bon App\u00e9tit<\/i> who, as the headnote explained, ate this pound cake at a restaurant in Houston and declared it her \u201cdream dessert.\u201d You can\u2019t use words like that and expect people to go on living their lives as though nothing had happened, as though there were not a pistachio pound cake recipe to be tried.<\/p>\n

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So one night last weekend, I baked a pistachio pound cake. It should be called a pistachio-citrus<\/i> pound cake, really, because it contains juice and zest from three different citrus fruits. The basic batter is classic pound cake – plenty of butter, sugar, eggs, and flour – but into that go fresh lemon juice, fresh orange juice (or juice from a\u00a0Pixie tangerine<\/a>, if you happen to have some on hand; I highly recommend it), some zest from that same orange (or Pixie tangerine), and some zest from a lime. Then you fold in a generous dose of coarsely chopped pistachios, scoop the batter into its loaf pan, and put another generous dose of pistachios on top. Actually, I should warn you: it may seem as though you have too much<\/i> chopped pistachio to cram onto the top of the cake, but you must persevere. There\u2019s no such thing as too much pistachio.<\/p>\n

Like other pound cakes I\u2019ve made, this one bakes for a while (about 90 minutes) in a low-to-moderate oven, which is convenient, because it gives you time to redeem yourself by cooking something nutritious – or, if you prefer, to rest your feet and nurture your two-decades-long fascination with Sexy Frankenstein, also known as Jonny Greenwood<\/a>, by reading that Radiohead story in the current Rolling Stone<\/i><\/a>. Meanwhile, the house will fill with the scent of toasted pistachio and orange, heady and almost exotic. When you open the oven door to check on your cake, you\u2019ll be rewarded with the sight of a tall, pistachio-crusted, perfectly browned loaf. I\u2019ve done a lot of baking, and I can\u2019t remember another time when I felt so giddy or so proud as I pulled a cake out of the oven. It\u2019s a handsome thing.<\/p>\n

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We ate the cake plain, in sturdy slices, for breakfast or after lunch, and while it was very good right away, it gets even better, more delicate, once the flavors settle for a day. Like a proper pound cake, it\u2019s firm and buttery, but it gets a gentle lift from the citrus, both in flavor and in fragrance, and then, behind it, there comes the deep, toasty, rumbling flavor of the pistachios. It\u2019s an ideal afternoon cake. If I were going to dress it up for company, I might cut up some strawberries, soften them in a little sugar, and heap them on top of a slice, maybe with some lightly whipped cream – or, wait, even better, just spoon on some strawberry conserve<\/a>. Or I might do nothing at all.<\/p>\n

P.S. True story<\/a>, and yes: a bar (probably) in July + a baby (probably) in September = we are nuts. But happy.<\/i><\/p>\n

P.P.S. It\u2019s a girl(!).<\/i><\/p>\n\n

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Pistachio-Citrus Pound Cake<\/h2>\n

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