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Adaptation - like evolution, but cakier.

I decided to adapt my pineapple, apricot and ginger cake from being a big ole cake into being smaller more eatier mouthfuls. Off I went into my gothic castle (victorian terrace) on the storm topped mount (carlton nth) to make myself a monster (muffin).

With my faithful man servant Igor (Gabriel) I moved the very fabric of time and space (eggs and butter) and made my unholy union! (muffins!)

Point being, it worked quite well I thought, and I love plain lemon icing, it is my absolute favourite, kind of a little bit icing-y and also a bit sour (plus crackly, what's not to like?)

Lookit us! We're adorable!
 
So this gets me thinking, baking people, how many of our favourite recipes that come in the 12 inch mix can be reduced to a 2 min pop song. Am I labouring my metaphors too much? I can't help it, once I start mixing, everything gets involved, metaphors included!

I'm going to see what else I can make into a muffin!

Here's the recipe
(From Complete Baking - Martha Day)


170g unsalted butter softened
150g caster sugar
3 eggs
few drops of vanilla essence
225g plain flour sifted
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
225g of dried apricots diced
120g each crystallised pineapple and ginger chopped
grated rind and juice of half a lemon and orange
a little milk

Preheat oven to 180c and line a 20cm square cake pan.

Cream the butter and sugar till light and fluffy
Sift together the flour and baking powder. Set aside.
add vanilla essence to butter and sugar mixture. Add the egg one by one. beating well after each addition. With the last egg add a little of the flour mixture and then once beaten in fold the rest of the flour in carefully.
Add the rest of the ingredients, folding in carefully. Add enough milk to give the mixture a soft dropping consistency.
Spoon into the tin. Bake for 20 mins at 180 and then reduce the temp to 160 and back for a further 1 and a half to 2 hours (I have never cooked it this long, it's always done within about an hour and a quarter all up for me.) If it gets too brown on top then cover with some foil.

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