I like to think that I’m a realist. I know that my less than imposing height (and several other factors) means that I will not forge a successful modelling career. I know that knowing all the words to Joseph And His Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat doesn’t make me cool. And I know that people will always ask me whether having a Theology degree means I’m going to be a nun. So having lived in England all my life I know that it is going to rain for a significant portion of the year. Nevertheless, waking up last week to see driving rain falling horizontally past my window still made my heart sink. It’s July! The month of barbecues, the irresponsible consumption of Pimm’s and lolling around in temperatures which, if not blazing, are warm enough to warrant the removal of a jumper.
So, ensconced in my flat, clutching a mug of tea defensively, I decided to counteract the rain in the only way I know how- by baking something. Something which would remind me that yes, this is actually summer and provide some kind of comfort in the face of soggy adversity. And also something which didn’t require me to go to the shops for ingredients. A quick perusal of my cupboards and fridge led me to only one conclusion- lemon drizzle cake.
This is one of my favourite cakes- at my 21st birthday which saw all the tables named after cake varieties, mine was lemon drizzle. It’s sticky, sweet, but never cloying or sickly thanks to the lift which the lemons provide. I generally always have lemons in the fruit bowl as they’re a welcome addition to many baked goods- and the odd gin and tonic too. And as soon as I began to zest the fruit, I knew I’d made the right decision. The fresh, sharp aroma immediately lifted my spirits and transported me to a sunnier, happier place than grey, wet south London. And made me rather want a gin and tonic…given that it was 11 in the morning, I had to fight this particular urge.