Gluten Free Dairy Free Oatcake

Gluten and dairy free oatcake. Omm nom nom


This is, hands down, our favorite easy gluten free snack. It’s a very simple oatcake, not very sweet. The kids like it with strawberry jam, I’m okay with it as is. It’s quickly assembled and then only bakes for 20 minutes! So easy and as close to instant gratification as a person can get with baked goods.

I always double my recipe and bake in a 9×13, but below are the measurements for an 8×8 pan.

Delicious Oatcake

1 1/2 cups quick oats

1/4 cup packed brown sugar

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 cup milk substitute of choice

1 large egg, lightly beaten

1/3 cup applesauce (not chunky)

1/4 cup creaming peanut butter

Combine the oats, sugar, baking soda, and cinnamon. In a separate bowl, mix together the vanilla, milk and egg. Pour the liquids into the dry and mix well.

Lightly grease an 8×8 pan and pour the mixture in. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes.

Allow the cool completely (if you can!) before cutting into squares. The cooler they get, the less fragile they become.


Notes on substitutions:

If you don’t have quick oats, you may be able to get away with whizzing old fashioned oats in a blender for a few pulses THEN measuring.

I’ve replaced the brown sugar with coconut sugar with great success. If you want to use a sugar substitute, please use a dry ingredient instead of wet (like honey, maple syrup, etc). This batter really can’t handle much more liquid without falling apart.

Eggs are the major allergen in this cake that I can’t figure out how to replace. I’ve tried with a flax seed egg but that just hasn’t worked out well at all.

If you don’t have any applesauce, you can replace it with one mashed banana. Some members of our family have latex allergies, so bananas are a no go for us.

Peanut butter can be replaced with any nut or seed butter.


On Turning Three

Look what Daddy brought home from work!!!!

Dear Miles,

You turned three today, buddy boy. You love balls, loud noises and smashing towers. Shoes that stomp make you giggle, as does hugging your baby sister. You shout, “I no eat it!” as you frantically throw my dark chocolate wrapper behind you with sticky sweetness smeared over your face. You’re a pretty good natured guy who is too curious for his own good. Your ability to go from zero to epic disaster is a bit legendary and I can only pray you outgrow your curiosity based destruction asap.

The adoration for your new baby sister radiates from your very being. I often get frustrated with your manhandling and constantly talking loud in her face, but I do my best to remember to show you appropriate expressions of love instead of simply shouting, “Don’t touch the baby!”

Some days, I despair of you ever getting along with your big sister. Then, I see you valiantly defending her to a child three times your size on the playground. While I explain to you that we must use our words and not our body, I inwardly cheer you on.

This year has seen some big changes for you. We went gluten free (no more beloved crackers or sandwiches!), moved to a new house and your baby sister was born in our living room. You’ve taken all of these changes in stride, your mischievous grin never fading.

I’m fairly convinced you will be the child to cause me to prematurely gray. You constantly keep me on toes and I know you’ll give me a run for my money this year. From the playground, I’ve learned I have to just sit back. More often than not, you succeed at what I think you won’t be able to accomplish. You are constantly climbing to new heights, making friends and giving me heart failure. If I don’t interfere, you meet your goal and I am amazed. By now, you’d think I would have become accustomed to your success but it never grows old. More often than not, it blows me away.

Happy birthday, my sweet boy. May you always be able to eat cake ‘n’ eggs for breakfast, cake ‘n’ hotdogs for lunch and chicken ‘n’ cake for dinner on your birthday.

Much love,


Happy birthday, buddy boy! Cake 'n' hotdogs! He loves the birthday singing, too. ❤

Cake with dinner! Last, but not least, chicken 'n' cake!

And because I’m terribly nostalgic, here is a link to his birth pictures.

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