Naughty – but nice!
It’s March, it’s been snowing and so it’s still definitely winter outside. Which means that a soul’s thoughts turn towards comfort food.
So today I’m having a bit of an irregular treat: a lardy cake. Sitting in front of the open fire, naturally. It’s quite an old-fashioned kind of cake these days. It doesn’t have a swirly icing topping like a cupcake, it isn’t full of chocolate chips and there’s nothing of the patisserie about it. Just a good helping of dried fruit and plenty of sticky goo. Always choose one with plenty of goo.
I remember having the odd slice of lardy cake as a child, but it wasn’t until a few years ago that I really noticed them as an adult. It was when I started shopping at the Reading Farmers’ Market that the Old Farmhouse Bakery came to my attention. A regular attendee, the Bakery has a fabulous range of bread and other bakery products available and the lardy cake is the star of the show. As their own website says “so deliciously addictive it’s surprising they don’t come with a government health warning!”. Chatting to the ladies serving one morning, I was advised that the lardy is not only a favourite back at the Bakery with the staff, but is often eaten warm smothered in butter! I’m not sure I could go that far myself which is saying something for a butter addict but it is definitely on the gluttonous side of moreish.
So here I am with my feet up in front of the fire with a freshly brewed pot of tea and a slice of lardy. All in all not a bad way to spend a weekend winter afternoon.