If there's one thing my Mother likes it's butter. Her birthday presents inevitably consist of shortbread something in many a flavour and I think it's safe to say that she has sampled shortbread and butter from around the world. So when I came across a recipe for Butter cake the first person I thought of was her. Last Christmas I baked her a buttery Gateau Breton (something between a shortbread and a cake) and she was enraptured by it so naturally a rich and very buttery cake was ideal for this year. The 1-2-3-4 cake was named as it required 1 cup of butter, 2 cups of sugar, 3 cups of flour and 4 eggs so if you get lost on a desert island without your recipe book and happen to have the ingredients for this cake, it's an easy way to remember it.
I fancied it up by splitting it and slathering it with jam and stiff whipped cream. It doesn't need it at all, just a cup of tea will accompany this rich buttery cake, but for occasions I like to add little things such as sugar roses or filling. I would have done icing (pale pink of course) but the top cracked and it doesn't look particularly only accentuating the crack, like face powder does in a crease of the skin.
Beerenberg's PR lovelies sent me some Strawberry Jam and Tomato Sauce announcing their new "Provenance Pathway" where by putting in the barcode into the Beerenberg website, you can find out where the ingredients were grown, the date the product was made and the name of the cook. A great idea for those who are curious to know where their food is produced and I can't help thinking that there would also be a pride issue to produce the best possible product for the cook as their name is known.
Of course I couldn't resist plugging in the last 6 digits of the barcode, then the best before date and within a matter of seconds, I received the pictures of the men that made the jam and the location from a google earth map zeroing down to the actual building. I could also see the food product specs and the history of the Beerenberg farm in South Australia. I only wish I was close enough to visit the farm and pick my own strawberries.
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