Lemon Curd Cake

In celebration of what is almost certainly going to be one of the few sunny hot days left this summer, I was invited to a jolly barbecue at my good mate Jo’s house in Tooting. While it’s more customary to show up to a barbecue bearing booze or meat, I – as it my wont – offered to make something sugary and sinful and, having taken a couple of votes, settled upon Delia’s Lemon Curd Cake as suitably summery yummery.

In bullet points:

  • Overslept
  • Meticulously mixed sponge, using all the little discoveries I’ve made recently to make it as fluffy and light as I could
  • Decided upon three sponges because when I had made it once before, there wasn’t enough sponge to split into four layers as per Delia’s instructions
  • Lined cake tins on the bottom and sides to minimise browning on the sides, which would be un-iced
  • Used tiny plastic pegs to make the baking paper round the sides behave while I filled the tins
  • Put sponges in oven
  • Almost 10 minutes in, realised I hadn’t removed the pegs
  • Opened the oven and hastily cut the half-melted pegs off the paper
  • Closed the oven, berating myself
  • Removed sponges from tins and was decidedly underwhelmed by the rise, so double-checked the recipe
  • Realised I’d forgotten the extra baking powder (in addition to the self-raising flour)
  • Cursed
  • Performed quick inventory of ingredients before starting again
  • Mixed second sponge less meticulously, cursing most of the time
  • Put sponges in oven
  • Took sponges out of oven, and dismayed to discover that the rise was no better
  • Showered while they cooled
  • Sulkily slathered sponges together with lemon curd
  • Mixed up icing for top, separated a little, coloured it yellow and poured it into a small plastic sandwich bag for piping
  • Poured white icing on, realised I hadn’t made enough, cursed a bit more
  • Said, “Can ANYTHING ELSE go wrong with this STUPID CAKE?”
  • Said, “You couldn’t just take a bottle of wine, like a normal person, could you?”
  • Made more white icing, poured it on
  • Snipped corner off sandwich bag, piped yellow lines across top of cake, then grumpily dragged skewer across in each direction to create feathered effect
  • Put the lid on the box
  • Travelled to Jo’s, sneering and muttering at the inferior, flat cake the whole way, consoling myself with the fact that the feathering was pretty

I’ve since discovered that lots of people have had rise problems with this particular recipe, so I feel a little better about the world, whilst stubbornly refusing to admit that it could possibly be a slightly duff recipe from one of my culinary heroes.

Flat. Flat, flat, flat. Flat. But very tasty:

Rainbow Cake (second attempt)

As expected, fluffy vanilla buttercream was a significant improvement on cream cheese frosting, both in taste and texture. The reaction to this one at my dear friend Bella’s 3rd birthday party was flattering and humbling, especially when post-party analysis revealed her favourite bit of her party to be “the cake bit”. Happy birthday, Bella.

And the birthday girl herself, complete with fairy face paint, pink sparkly birthday shoes and a winning smile:

My First Cake Commission (Devil’s Food Cake with Chocolate Fudge Frosting)

There are two main reasons for my love of baking.  The first is the precision required to effectively execute the scientific effect of the different raising agents, fats and frostings.  The second is the endless opportunities for placing guilty little smiles on the faces of friends, relatives and colleagues.  My colleagues get the lion’s share, as I test out newly discovered recipes or bring in leftovers (never knowingly under-catered…).  One of these lovely colleagues recently commissioned me to bake a cake for her friend’s surprise birthday party, which was an opportunity I couldn’t refuse!

The brief: a chocolate cake with fudge frosting, a “Happy Birthday” message in pink icing,
and a dusting of silver edible glitter.

After scouring dozens of recipes in all my books, magazines and online, I chose one called Devil’s Food Cake from The Great British Bake Off’s “How to Bake” book, substituting the recommended soured cream frosting for chocolate fudge frosting (triple the stated recipe for 12 cupcakes) on a different page of the book.

Having never used this recipe before, I reverted to my default setting and followed the recipe to the very letter, making no executive decisions to change the original.  I’m inclined to think that changing someone’s recipe the first time you use it is like seasoning your food before you’ve tasted it; it’s just not cricket.  I’m delighted to write that I think it’s an absolute stonker of a recipe.  The mixture was silky, light and luxurious, the bake filled my apartment with the most tantalisingly wonderful chocolate smells and the texture of the sponges when they came out was absolutely beautiful.  The only slight shame was that they were a little mountainous (well, mole-hill-ous), so I’d take care to create a dip in the centres next time, in a bid for a more even rise.



I waited – not very patiently – for them to cool completely before slicing them in half horizontally and making the frosting.  This is where I came off the rails slightly, and mild panic started to set in.  The frosting recipe was just 70% cocoa solids chocolate, butter and golden syrup, which you melt in a bain-marie and then wait for it to cool to a useable thickness, stirring frequently.  I waited.  I stirred.  I stirred.  I waited.  I watched a bit of The Big Bang Theory (guilty pleasure).  I stirred.  I waited.  The bloomin’ stuff just didn’t seem inclined to thicken sufficiently and I was acutely aware that time was ticking on and I still had to brave the piping bag for the writing.  So I tentatively spooned a little on to the bottom layer, which sucked it up in no time.  This was not going to work.  So, after a brief consulting call to my mother confirmed my proposed strategy, I used a small whisk to mix in some sieved icing sugar until it was at a workable consistency and got busy putting my four layers together.

One of the most useful tips I’ve ever been offered was to apply a thin layer of frosting to the sides and briefly refrigerate before finishing the top and sides – this keeps pesky cake crumbs from infiltrating the pure frosting finish, and is particularly important for cakes using white frosting.  I worked fairly quickly and, thanks to the flawed bottom of the pizza plate I use for cakes, I was able to gently spin the plate on my worktop in order to get a nice swirl in the top.  I then popped the cake in the fridge again briefly, just to set the chocolate fudge frosting enough for it to support and not absorb the writing icing.


(Complete with baking paper bib to protect the serving plate from frosting splashes.)

I fiddled for quite a while with the colour of the writing, and I still didn’t get the colour I wanted but it was past midnight at this point so I cut my losses and went for it.  This is the first time I’ve ever iced writing before and it’s every bit as hard as I had expected, but my cheat of gently tracing my text in with a skewer first helped steady my nerves a bit, as it reduced the extent to which I could screw it up.  So, with violently shaking hands, I squeezed my piping bag to within an inch of its life and got the text on the cake, with some degree of success but far from perfect.  Room for improvement.