I’ve been swooning at the mason jar cakes on my Pinterest feed for a few months now, there’s something really cute about seeing each layer arranged quirkily in a glass jar. So I thought I’d try out my recipe for caramel cake and quite simply stick it in a jar to create, you guessed it; caramel cake in a jar. That’s a jam jar to my UK readers and mason jar to my US. (apologies but I’m not sure what they’re called else where.)
I guess in a sense, it’s jumping on the whole ‘chips in a wire basket’ and ‘sandwich served on a wooden block’ bandwagon way of serving food up differently, but it also has a really practical side as I found out.
When I bake a cake it is often greeted by a round a “yay’s” by the family. (After they’ve checked it’s not one my healthy, no sugar ones) and it’s then a race as to who can eat it the quickest.
The teen takes a monster sized slice, usually swiftly and sneakily ninja style, up to his room. Where it joins the rest of the festering crockery and eventually makes it down once I pluck up the courage to venture in and rescue said crockery. If he’s caught (this rarely happens, he’s got it down to a fine art) he justifies it that he’s the 2nd biggest in the family now and needs the calories.
The pre teen waits until no one is around but suffers serious ‘eye’s bigger than his belly-itus’ and cuts big slices only to leave evidential traces on abandoned sponge on a plate somewhere, usually the window cill in the living room but I have found it on the cistern in the toilet once.
The husband, although claims not to really eat it, will munch on teen sized slices of cake while watching TV in the evening. His alpha male dominance quite happily abiding by his ‘my needs are greater than my tribe’s need for evening sustenance’ mantra.
And then there’s the toddler’s. He’s learnt the word cake pretty quickly, can’t think why, nothing to do with my muttering of “I need cake” I’m sure. Anyway, his default when hungry is now chanting cake, so I give him cake. But more often than not he means something completely different so plays with it for a while then feeds the dog. Actually, even when he is hungry for cake, he still plays with it and the dog waits under the high chair and for it to be flung in his direction.
Oh and not forgetting yours truly, I’m probably the worst. I’m the sort to walk past a cake and cut a slither. Feeling proud at not eating a whole slice, I repeat this process many times over the day until I’ve most probably eaten the majority but with no actually recollection of how much I’ve eaten my sugar intake is through the roof.
Cake in a jar is the practical option. Everyone gets their jar, equally shared, not race to see who can get to it first and even the toddler gets his own mini ramekins sized at which he can eat with a spoon and we avoid the whole cake mushing scenario.
100g unsalted butter room temperature or soft margarine (butter works better with this)
100ml vegetable oil
200g cups granulated sugar
200g self raising flour
3 large eggs plus 2 egg yolks
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
pinch teaspoon salt
200ml sour cream
2 tablespoons pure vanilla extract
Betty Crocker Vanilla frosting
Dr Oetker Salted caramel crunch sprinkles
Preheat oven to 180’c.
In a large mixing bowl mix butter, oil and sugar on high until fully incorporated and light and fluffy.
Add in the eggs and egg yolks one at a time. followed by the vanilla extract
In a separate bowl, sift the flour, baking powder and salt
then combine the 2 mixtures in the larger bowl on slow speed, alternating adding in flour mixture and sour cream.
Do not over mix.
Pour into a grease lined baking tray and bake for 20 – 30 minutes.
Once cooked turn out on a wire rack and leave to cool.
when ready, using a cookie cutter ever so slightly smaller than the jar, cut out circles. Then arrange layers of sponge and frosting. (you can make up your own vanilla frosting but I save time by buying ready made.)
finish with some caramel crunch topping.
pin me for later!