I adore anything lemony
and I'm also a huge fan of Mary's easy peasy traybakes. I had high
hopes for this cake and was looking forward to scoffing numerous
slices!
Isaac had kindly set an
assault course for me in the kitchen. Sadly I'm not very agile and so
was left with a Lego imprint on the sole of my foot. I hobbled over
to the cupboard to gather up the dry ingredients then laid them out
on the worktop. My attempt at being organised! I'd even remembered to
take the butter from the fridge and leave it to soften on the window
sill. As it was a warm day, the butter was almost dripping from the
packet. I had to use a spoon to scoop it into the awaiting mixing
bowl! Next I added in a large quantity of caster sugar and tried to
forget about how many calories a slice of this cake must contain! I
opened up the brand new packet of self-raising flour and attempted to
tip the contents in a little at a time. Of course a great big pile
fell into the bowl, giving me almost twice the amount of flour than
was actually needed. Out came a spoon and I painstakingly picked out
the surplus! A little baking powder followed by four eggs also made
their way into the bowl. One egg nearly didn't make it as it escaped
my clasp, fell onto the worktop and rolled off the edge. I've never
really taken the opportunity to test my reflexes, but on this
occasion they were like greased lightning and my egg was saved!! Next
I headed to the fridge, plucked out the bottle of milk and measured
four tablespoonfuls into the mixing bowl to join the rest of the
ingredients. My next trip was to the fruit bowl. I picked the two
lemons out from underneath the pile of overripe bananas and collected
the grater on my return to the mixing bowl. My last job was to grate
the rind from the two lemons. Of course, the sour juice managed to
find a tiny cut on my hand and it REALLY stung!!
Isaac had been in the
living room playing with his daddy but chose this moment to come and
investigate what I was up to. He is a tad nervous of my electric
whisk and he walked into the kitchen to see me clutching it ready for
action. He took one look at the offending item and quickly backed out
of the room! As the butter was extremely soft it took next to no time
to combine everything together and form a smooth mixture. As I
transferred it into the lined tin Isaac reappeared, sat on the floor
with a book, and 'read' the story out loud. Once the cake was in the
oven, he took the opportunity to take my hand and yank me into the
living room at high speed. I sat down and he was soon on my lap with
his book; it was clearly story time!!
After thirty five
minutes of reading the same story over and over AND over again, it
was time to get up and take the cake from the oven. It was well risen
and a light golden brown. Rather frustratingly the cake had to cool
in the tin. This was torture; I was dying to try a slice! After an
hour of more stories and games the cake was cold and I was able to
get on and make the lemon icing. Isaac joined me in the kitchen to
survey the proceedings. The icing sugar cloud I created was of great
amusement to him, but I can't say it had the same effect on me; I
hate the stuff! Once the mountain of sifted icing sugar was in the
bowl I moved on to the lemon juice. I cut a lemon in two and couldn't
believe how pippy it was. I counted eleven pips in one half; now
surely that has to be a record?! I had to add more than the suggested
three tablespoonfuls of juice to get a runny consistency and I found
it a pain to spread over the cake. It kept peeling off the top layer
of cake and this resulted in lots of crumbs intermingling with the
icing, grrrr!
Once the icing was set
I could slice the cake into messy squares. Yippee, it was time to
have a taste! The cake was gorgeously light and suitably lemony. The
icing was sweet and, unsurprisingly, also lemony! What a wonderfully
easy and tasty bake. These sort of recipes are the reason I love Mary
Berry; they are simple to make and even easier to eat!
| Not exciting to look at but tasty all the same!! |
this recipe is a real favorite of mine and the ladies at coffee mornings love it too. What with the dripping butter from the packet to a petrified Isaac of the mixer to the long wait it is amazing that this turned out to be a real beauty! Joking Anneliese .....you did it again and I am sure MB is very proud of you xoxo
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