Today’s post is dedicated to my paternal Grandmother, Nan. If Nan were to be “styled” – she would be Betty Draper. Without the issues. Think natural glamour with a touch of pressed powder, a nice bright lippy and a perfectly polished pearly pink manicure. This was a lady who had her platinum blonde locks “set” weekly and a lady who knew how to dye her shoes (at home) to match her frock. She was the classic 1950s domestic goddess throwing dinner parties with aplomb and her classic 50’s-ness went right down to her wardrobe of 42 pairs of high-heeled shoes. I’m absolutely sure that Nan had a HUGE part to play in my natural state of being an “old soul”. Nostalgic for times when you could pin on a pretty fresh orchard corsage to your collar as you trotted off, in your foxy pumps, for a night with a dashing gentleman at the Trocodero.
While that Sultana Cake may have been an all-Australian “CWA” classic, I think it also harks back to some Irish family traditions – being a variation of barmbrack. In making that sultana cake Nan no doubt heard echoes of her mother and grandmother’s culinary traditions. I hope you enjoy Nan’s sultana cake – make sure to put on a splash of your brightest red lippy and turn up the volume of Glenn Miller as you crank up the speed of the mix master.