Old Classics

Today is a post dedicated to old classics. My uncle Ken brought over some old photos he had found in his house and it was crazy to see photos we had never seen before. He's Mam's brother so he had a few of her and a lots of us when we were small. Here's two of myself and Jonathan, who are styled to the max by our mother. All I know is I would definitely still wear both outfits.

Bows were obviously a hot trend in the 80s

Jonny is having all the lols in the picture and I am simply divine in my heart ensemble.

Then I was really nostalgic and wanted to bake something that was an old classic. 

What better than a Victoria sandwich?

Oh ok I'll serve it on the vintage cake plate I got at the flea market...if you insist.

What you will need:

4oz of soft butter

4oz of castor sugar

4oz of self raising flour

2 eggs

1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

Jam

Icing sugar to dust

Things you don't need:

Kitchenaid-but when you work as an elf in Santy's grotto to save up to get it and it's your pride and joy, you may wish to use it at every possible moment. 

Old fashioned scales-not too confident in how accurately is measures things to be honest but it looks the part.

You simply must whisk your eggs in a cup with cakes on it with a tiny whisk.

Method:

Cream the butter and the sugar until pale, fluffy and light.

Whisk you eggs in a separate bowl and add gradually, beating after each addition.

Sieve and add in your flour and vanilla.

Pour into lined cake tins and bake in a preheated oven at 170 degrees celsius until golden brown and a skewer comes out clean from the cake.

Now here's the thing...when I was finished making the batter I said to Deborah, 'This is definitely not enough to fill two tins.' And it wasn't. And I was sad. So basically double the ingredients but follow the same recipie and you want be short on batter like I was.

Boo!

When you eventually have enough batter to fill the tins and have managed to cook them, cool them on a wire rack. Cover the top of one with a thick layer of your favorite jam and dust with icing sugar.

Take a whopper slice and have a cup of tea.

Someone left me a little message on my cake.

Ps Mam's little reminders are always popping up in places you don't expect. Why are her initials tipexed onto our kitchen knives? Who knows... but I am sure glad they are.

Joey x