so how does this lemon pound cake win my affection? for me, it’s a question of timing and density. a lemony pound cake is something best enjoyed in the late afternoon with a warm cup of tea. the buttery cake is too rich after a heavy meal but the weight of it is just right for the hour when the sun shifts in the sky and you’ve got what feels like eons to go before dinner. there’s enough butter and sugar in this stout little cake to fuel an army and if you’re someone like me, whose level of crankiness is directly proportionate to the amount of food in her belly, afternoon snacks are a wonderful thing.
if you’re generous, making two loaves means you have one to share. pause. sometimes i’m not very generous. james made off with half of one loaf this morning and i’m still whimpering. but never fear, i tore through the waxed paper and i’ve been munching on the second loaf since 7 am. turns out this cake suits just as well when the sun is coming up.