One of my enduring childhood kitchen memories? Old-fashioned marble cake. More often than not a two tone chocolate and vanilla version and very occasionally a very special three tone, neapolitan treat with the addition of a third flavour, strawberry. Reminiscing over the simple joys of marble cake with a friend I realised that I have never baked one for my children. This oversight was easily rectified this weekend. An easy option for my regular Sunday night baking routine.
In essence marble cake is nothing more than a very simple butter cake. Thrown together with the most basic of pantry ingredients. Butter, sugar, eggs, flour and milk. Just before baking the batter is divided into two or three portions, flavoured appropriately and dolloped in alternate spoonfuls into a tin. To my childish eyes the magic was created at the very end when a wooden skewer was artistically dragged through the batter…
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angelica robles 