I will give you fair warning, these little cake things are extremely yummy. They’re light and tangy and there’s a little saucy goodness in the base of each serve.This recipe probably won’t make it into a diet recipe book, but then I’m not on a diet so it’s fair game. I don’t know what they can be classified as (cakes or pudding or whatever) so I’ve called them what comes to mind as I eat them – lemony pudding cakes.
With the whole family disappointed Master19’s train was turned around because of last night’s huge storm (meaning he didn’t make it up for the weekend) we needed something to cheer us up.
My parents still came up for lunch, which was great, but nothing says “it’s all okay” like food. As Miss4 borrowed a cookbook from the library the other day we went through it together and picked out something to cook together.
You will need:
3/4 cup caster sugar
2 lemons – zest & juice
4 eggs, separated
1/4 cup self-raising flour
1 1/4 cups milk
An iron will, to stop you eating too many
STEP ONE: Preheat the over to 160c. Grease some ramekins (we made eight).
STEP TWO: Cream the butter, half the sugar and all the zest until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg yolks and flour, then lemon juice and milk.
STEP THREE: In another bowl, mix egg whites until peaks form, then slowly add remaining half of caster sugar until thick and glossy.
STEP FOUR: Fold egg white foam through the egg yolk mixture and then divide up evenly into the ramekins.
STEP FIVE: Place the ramekins in a large baking pan, half filling with boiling water and then bake for 30-35 minutes – until firm and golden.
We loved them just like this, but you can pretty them up with cream or icing sugar if you like.
It ended up a lovely day, made even better because we found some stray friends and their kids at the park who came back to our place for a drink and catch up, and we had a BBQ dinner with Uncle Jason & Auntie Bel and their kids.
Still would have loved for Master19 and his lovely girlfriend, Frances, to have made it up and to reconnect with his siblings. Maybe next year’s holiday.