Not Brownies, but "Lemonies"

I needed something easy to make today, not feeling like lots of bother and not feeling like chocolate either. So I whipped up these brownies. More accurately "yellowies" or "lemonies".

Very easy recipe - one bowl and they are really DELICIOUS. Moist but with the kind of comforting density one associates with actual brownies. They were particularly good slightly warm.

I am now contemplating a chocolate cake with butterscotch icing. I would also like to make a really lovely strawberry tart from the ground up...

The Recipe

Preheat overn to 180 and grease and line a 20 x 30 base measurement lamington tin. (Mine was slightly bigger and it was fine)

250g butter
2 cups castor sugar
4 eggs
1 cup dessicated coconut
1 & 1/2 cups of plain flour
3 tsp finely grated lemon rind
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice

Melt butter in saucepan over low heat. Stir in sugar and then the eggs until the mix is glossy. Sift the flour over the mix and stir until well combined. Stir in remaining ingredients. Spread over prepared pan.

Bake for 30 mins - or until a skewer comes out clean. Set aside in pan to cool completely. Dust with icing sugar to serve.

By the way, I am not a photographer. So nuts to anyone that thinks that my pix of my food are bad. They are bad. That's purposeful. It's a purposeful decision.

Comments

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