Here’s Grandma Abson’s Lemon Sandwich
Cake - just
the thing for a summer’s day and what could be better than homemade Lemon Curd in the filling.
Lemon
Sandwich Cake
Lemon
Sandwich Cake
3 eggs and their weight in each of butter, caster sugar, self raising flour
(This is usually
around 6 oz or 175g of each ingredient)
Finely grated zest of 1
lemon
1 tsp baking powder
Milk to mix (usually around 2 tbsps)
Preheat the
oven to 180°C, Mark 4, 350F. Line the base of a 2 x 20 cms/8 inch cake tins
with non-stick baking or greaseproof paper. Cream the butter and sugar together
until pale and fluffy. You can use a
food mixer or processor to do this. Beat the eggs and add a little at a time, adding a
tablespoonful of flour if the mixture shows signs of curdling. Sieve the
remaining flour and fold into the mixture with the lemon zest and enough milk
to make a dropping consistency. This means the mixture is soft enough to fall
from a spoon in a couple of seconds. Put the mixture into the 2 cake tins and
bake for about 25 minutes until the cakes start to shrink from the sides and a
cake skewer inserted into the centre comes away clean. Place the tins onto a
wire cooling rack for 10 minutes. Then turn the cakes out onto the wire cooling
rack and leave until cool. Then make the Butter Cream.
Butter cream filling
2 oz/50g butter
4 oz/110g icing sugar + icing
sugar for dusting
4 tbsps lemon curd
2 tbsps (approx 1 fl
oz/25ml) milk
Finely grated zest of 1
lemon
Cream the butter and
icing sugar. Add the lemon curd and milk and mix well. Spread the butter cream on the top of one cake
and place the other on top. Dust with icing
sugar on the top cake and then sprinkle the lemon zest.
My own links to France go back
to the Yorkshire-Lille Exchange when I was aged 14. It was a mammoth feat of organisation, before the days of social media, when hundreds of Yorkshire school
children welcomed French pen friends into their homes for 3 weeks every July.
The intrepid Yorkshire youngsters then made the long journey by train with their pen pals to Lille where the French
families were waiting to take them all over the Nord and Pas
de Calais. It was my first introduction to la cuisine française and the first time that I’d ever ridden a bike and so my love of
France began.