Crusty Lemon Butter Bake

Mags has asked me to guest blog here, so...

A couple of weeks ago I needed to bring a cake to a friend's. I fancied some lemon cake so I dug out my favourite drizzle recipe. It has to be one of the easiest cake recipes I have and was very kindly given to me 31 years ago by one of the grandmothers of my boyfriend at the time, Gran Caster.

Crusty Lemon Butter Bake was the title of the recipe and although it is a drizzle it will always be a Crusty Lemon Butter Bake to me.



The following week Mags visited and I whipped it up again, and you can tell from her comments in previous blog posts she quite enjoyed it. I'm not sure if Mary & Paul would have been happy to have this produced for the signature bake in this week's GBBO as it is so simple  - but I know they would have enjoyed eating it.

I'm considering a Gin & Lime topping, but haven't tried it yet.

So here is the recipe in all its simple glory:

Crusty Lemon Butter Bake – Gran Caster

Cake

6oz /170g  butter

6oz/ 170g caster sugar

2 eggs

6oz / 170g SR flour

Topping

4oz / 115g caster sugar

Juice of 1 lemon 

Method

1. Preheat oven to 180⁰C/ 160⁰C  fan/ 350⁰F / GM4
2. butter and line 14” x 9” tin (flatter with more crunchy topping) or 8” square (deeper cake)
3. Melt butter in large bowl
4. stir in sugar
5. beat eggs in separate bowl
6. stir eggs into butter/sugar mix with flour – don’t over mix
7. tip into tin bake for 40 mins
8. dissolve caster sugar in lemon juice
9. spread lemon paste over top of hot sponge
10. leave in tin til cold, cut into 16 squares

 Happy Baking

A promise of a recipe

The wonderful Niqi has agreed to do a guest post- and what a perfect time to talk about lemon drizzle cake, with that first episode of the new Great British Bake Off series kicking off with all those very extremely interesting drizzles.

Niqi is just as interested as me in the G & T version... She will be with you very soon!

My friend, Niqi, and two lemon cakes

I have a very talented friend called Niqi. Only one her most recent accomplishments, meaning those accomplished in the last week, can be seen here. This is a shot from a week or so ago of Niqi working on said shawl. She is surrounded by some of my most recent works in on-going and interminable progress. In the time it has taken her to finish the shawl- completed yesterday just as I arrived for a well needed cuppa, I have made zero, none, absolutely nothing in the way of progress on any of them.

In the time that it has taken her to complete her shawl I have admittedly been away on my parents' annual holiday week. Six of us to be fed, managed and entertained. It was a harder week this week than the last two years. I have decided that the deciding factor is the fact that I am older!

When I arrived chez elle hier for a much needed cuppa, Niqi had bone china cuppas, a pot of Lady Grey, and a plate of Niqi's Non-Grandmother-In-Law's Crunchy Lemon Drizzle Cake. She got the recipe from the grandmother of an ex-boyfriend. This lady liked her so much, and Niqi liked her Crunchy Lemon Drizzle so much, that the lovely lady bestowed upon Niq the recipe. I don't know what happened to the ex-boyfriend. Maybe Niqi will tell us in a comment...

Anyway, Niqi told me the recipe yesterday because, when Niqi makes it, this is the best lemon drizzle cake that you will eat. And because she likes me. So I have this evening attempted Niqi's Non-Grandmother-In-Law's Crunchy Lemon Drizzle Cake. It is not going to be the best lemon drizzle cake you will eat. I think, in fact, that I can guarantee that you will not be eating it, and the non-eating will have nothing at all to do with geography.

Niqi says she doesn't time or skewer a cake. She listens. Now that should have been my warning sign. Only the truly accomplished can listen to a cake. In much the same way as only the truly accomplished whisper to a horse. (Niqi did do dog-whispering when training Blanco.) I cannot listen to a cake. When the cake stops making noises, Niqi says, it is cooked. I couldn't hear my cake over the fan oven, but when I took it out to have a listen the centre caved. So I baked it some more.

It is making noises now- it is hugely noisy now that all the lemon drizzle has gone on and through. And I can smell it now too. For me that is the sign that something is cooked. You can smell it. Excuse me then, as I must cut this rivetting post short and race back to the kitchen. Perhaps I shall brew some Lady Grey...