An incredibly moist cake that isn't too sweet.
- 1 cup greek yogurt (I like Jalna pot set)
- 60 g butter (soft)
- ¼ cup white sugar
- 1 tbsp honey
- 2 duck eggs (or 3 chook eggs)
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1 ½ cups SR flour
- 1 825g tin pears (drained with juice reserved)
- 2 tsp gelatin
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Bung everything except the pears in a mixer and beat the bajeezus out of it. Add the pear but no the juice and mix until the pears are broken up a little bit but still quite chunky. Pour into cake tin and bake at 180 deg cel until a skewer comes out clean. When you pop it in the oven, whisk the gelatin into the reserved juice. Microwave for 30-60 seconds until quite warm then set aside to cool, while cake bakes. Once cake is done, gently stab the cake with the skewer so there are holes everywhere about 2 cm apart. Slowly spoon the jelly over the cake so it goes into the holes. Chuck it in the fridge to set.
The Ramblings:
We start shearing next week and are baiting tomorrow so as you can imagine, everything here is a bit hectic for the boys. Because of that, and it starting to heat up fairly well already, we are having some crazy early brekkies. 5am breakfast isn’t too bad when you are one of the jackaroos and you just have to roll out of bed and chuck some clothes on, but for me it means my day starts around 4 so I can have brekkie cooked, lunches packed and all delivered to the quarters before 5. With everything else I’m juggling too, that can result in a rather cranky Claire so I try and get another hour of sleep after brekkie before getting into the day. I think the term ‘beauty sleep’ is a little hopeful, however that hour is certainly ‘demeanor improving sleep’ .
My beautiful Miss Maggs gets let out of her kennel when I get home from brekkie and I give her a dentastick or a bone in an effort to redirect her chomping, away from my garden while I sleep. This morning though, chomping was laid aside as she was required to fulfill her guard dog duties. Standing atop the septic tank in her position of heightened authority, she alerted me to our intruder and with her fiercest bark, hackles high, she put herself between me and danger. Given she was using her something’s wrong bark, I flew out of bed to see what was happening. All I can say is thank goodness she was there to protect me, I dread to think what would have happened if I had to face that fearsome plains turkey (that was outside the garden) alone……. Needless to say, demeanor is awaiting improvement……