Oct 12, 2015

Cake, Cupcakes & Cookies Weekend: My Grandmother's Butter Cake


By Suze

When I think about cake and cookies I think about my grandmother. She used to love baking and she always made plenty for everyone. My absolute favorite was her Dutch butter cake. I still miss this fabulous cake sometimes. Unfortunately I can't share her recipe as I don't have it, but for me it tasted like heaven. I will never buy one in a shop or try to bake one myself, because it isn't the same. For me going to my grandmother's house was special and that was mainly because of the food and her homeliness. I was intrigued by my grandmother's recipes. She was a great cook and she was used to preparing food for plenty of people. What she made was simple, but with great ingredients and it was good.

My grandmother had a small vegetable garden and some fruit trees. Whenever we visited she had something prepared to take home with us. She loved spending her time outside working in the garden or just enjoying the sunshine on her face. My grandmother's kitchen was the heart of her house. Everyone always gathered there and most of the time all the guests were in the kitchen and the huge living room was completely empty. She liked a specific kind of tea and baked cake and cookies to go with it. I can still remember the taste of that combination. 

Sometimes I miss the things that she served, but I also think it's all right that I can't recreate them. It means the memory of her food will remain untainted. I will always treasure it and will remember it fondly. I love food and am often thinking about it. A lot of my clearest memories are food related. I dream of delicious meals, it doesn't matter if they're simple or complicated, any treat is welcome and I can spend ages preparing for it. The company definitely matters as well, I like eating with others who enjoy it as much as I do. My grandmother's kitchen has certainly contributed to that passion and I'll always be grateful to her for this precious gift. 

12 comments:

  1. That looks absolutely amazing. My grandmothers, neither of them, cooked. I wish I could have inherited some skills.

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  2. What a gorgeous cake and lovely memories of your grandmother :) It reminds me of a Gateau Basque!

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  3. It's wonderful to have such memories, isn't it? My mother's father was a bootmaker in a tiny mountain village in Wales making boots for the slate miners & farmers. The smell of leather & glue takes me right back to his workshop even though he died when I was little.

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  4. such are teh best memories, my grandmother was a cook but when i was born she had lost all her skill so i don't have those cooked " memories but those from the garden filled with herbs, plants and fresh fruits we could grab when we wanted are those i still cherish now

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  5. What a lovely post. My grandmother used to make gorgeous ice slices. I can't bake very well.

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  6. What a lovely post. My grandmother used to make gorgeous ice slices. I can't bake very well.

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  7. My Nana used to bake dozens and dozens of mince pies every Christmas and I still remember the drive home with car smelling gorgeously spicy. We'd count houses with Christmas lights in the windows on the way.

    I have blogged a recipe for Butter Cake although no idea how close it is to your Grandmother's. We discovered it while on a Dutch-owned campsite in Portugal for Christmas 2013 and our host, Albertje, was kind enough to translate it out for me. Absolutely delicious and dangerously moreish!
    http://stephjb.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/albertjes-boterkoek-recipe.html

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  8. This sounds amazing and it's a beautiful cake too.

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  9. Wonderful story :)
    The cake sounds delicious!

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  10. This post is making me hungry! Thanks for sharing wonderful stories of your grandma!

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  11. This cake sounds absolutely delicious! Thank-you for sharing fond memories of your grandmother. :)

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