So Friday night we went to see the new Bond movie, Quantum of Solace. It was really good. I’m loving these new Bonds – not just because of the eye candy that is Daniel Craig, but also the sheer beauty of the whole things: I love all the amazing locations… the flash cars… the beautiful girls. Ah, I’m a bit of a Bond fan, really.
Anyhoo – just before we left I made these sticky lemon muffins. They’re like a teeny version of my lemon cake – still my best and most reliable recipe ever. I left them on the hob to cool down and when we returned – yes you guessed it – they were all gone, cake cases et al. So yeah, I know, it’s STB (that’s English Towerese for self to blame). As Jen pointed out, leave muffins within reach of a lanky kleptomaniac with a carb habit, and you’re asking for trouble.
170g butter
170g caster sugar
3 eggs
1 lemon, juiced, zested and then chopped
170g self raising flour
For the glaze:
The leftover lemon
About 4 tbs water
2 tbs caster sugar
Preheat the oven to 180 degreees/gas 4. Put muffin cases into a muffin tin and set aside. Now cream the butter and sugar until it’s really light and fluffy. Squeeze in the lemon juice and zest, and then beat in the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. If it curdles, add a spoonful of your flour. When it’s all incorporated, gently stir in the flour and then spoon into the muffin tins – it’ll probably make about 10 – 12. Bake for about 15 – 20 minutes.
Meanwhile, chop up the lemon and put it in a saucepan with a few tablespoons of water and a couple of tablespoons of caster sugar. Bubble it away, mashing the lemon down into the liquid with a wooden spoon, until it reduces and forms a nice, sticky syrup. Chuck out the lemon chunks and any pips.
When the cakes come out of the oven, drizzle a spoonful of the lemon glaze over each muffin and place them – out of the way of evil, muffin-stealing greyhounds – to cool.
Honestly, though. I thought he couldn’t reach up as high as the hob. You live and learn. *Sigh*
Bertilicious would never, ever do such a thing! Look at the innocence of that gaze! He’s just waiting for you to return so he can tell you about the terrible robbery that just took place in your kitchen and how brave (but ultimately ineffective) he was in trying to save your cakes.
I can almost see the halo. You know the one – it’s the same one all greyhounds wear in the face of accusation.
Aussie: Well M the trainer keeps trying to tell me that he’s getting flabby, but he seems to morph into an incredibly bendy-type dog when we’re not around and there’s food to be hat. The fat shit
Tara: Well what do you expect? He’s full of muffin.
My bad? :I
Moon: Erm… there was proof, but you really don’t want me to go there. x
If I hadn’t seen the girl licking her chops in the living room (peanut butter is a dead giveaway every time) I might still be wondering about my sanity. She had managed to lick both slices of bread clean without any damage whatsoever. The slices were weren’t even damp so to me it looked like I hadn’t smeared anything on them in the first place.
Kirk: Wow, that’s really impressive. Would like to have seen a surveillance video on that one! x
I can’t believe Bert is being blamed AGAIN.
Not blaming, just sayin’ is all…
TC: Ew. Bert’s done that before – it really is the foulest smelling of all types of vomit. It kind of met me at the door x
Jen: Stobbit. You KNOW the truth!!
Wee One: We did actually get to eat a couple first and yup, they’re well yum. x
I’ve mixed this up before and ended up with mini rocks!