What he didn’t know was what had possessed Fraser to make the accusasion now, and in such a public manner. He got up, used the pot, then splashed water from the ewer over his face and, tilting the pitcher, drank most of the rest. It was nearly evening; his room was growing dark, and he could smell the luscious scents of tea pouring downstairs; fried sardines, fresh buttered crumpets, lemon sponge, cucumber sandwiches, sliced ham. He swallowed, suddenly ravenous.
-Lord John Grey
The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 30
Lemon cake is a perfect addition to a spring or summer meal. It was my father’s favorite, and I always made a point to make it for him on his birthday or any special occasion. My mum and I found a simple, homemade recipe in her collection that is incredibly easy to bake. Once again, seizing the opportunity, my daughter took charge of the recipe to create a delicious dessert that is bound to be loved by everyone.