Boiled cake recipes

There is nothing like an old fashioned boiled fruit cake recipe as it yields a super moist, soft and dense Christmas Fruit Cake that lasts for long!!

Boiled Cake: A rich fruit cake where the dried fruit is boiled, along with some of the ingredients, before baking. It's very similar to the Rich Fruit Celebration Cake and, if you're pushed for time for a Bara Brith, try this recipe instead. For decades, I have …

A moist and fudgey chocolate cake without the fuss! A family favourite.

Irish Farmhouse Boiled Fruit Cake Both the English and Irish halves of me adores this lovely cake. Perfect for St Patrick's day celebrations...especially with a wee glass of Jameson's or a good strong cup of tea. It so reminds me of the family farm in Ireland and the wonderful Sunday afternoon teas we enjoyed. Always with ham sandwiches, hard boiled eggs, floury potatoes and salad, boiled fruit cake & soda bread and buckets of hot tea. Such wonderful memories. Gorgeously moist this has to be…

Super moist fruit cake recipe will help you make soft and moist fruit cake in a very simple and easy 3 step method.

This cake is very moist, but my grandmother never added an icing. She made a cinnamon glaze.

An old fashioned boiled fruit cake satisfies the craving for wholesome comfort food during the dark grey days of February. For this boiled fruit cake the dried and glacé fruits are simmered with sherry, butter and sugar until they are plump and glistening, making a moist rich fruit cake.

November 11th. is a very special day in which we honour and pay tribute to all of the men and women that have selflessly served and sacrificed so much for our freedom. We remember the fallen soldiers for their bravery and also their families for the hardships they had to endure in the aftermath of such tragedy and loss. Today, I thought I would share a recipe that many boys on the front lines would receive from loved ones back home. This "Wartime" Boiled Raisin cake was a favourite during…

Mum and I are venturing north tomorrow to pick up eight years’ worth of junk from my sister’s house in York. She’s decided to move back down to London but seeing as I, the youngest sibling by a good six years, am the only one of us that can legally drive; I’ve got to mission it up there to help her move. This means leaving the men to fend for themselves which they get very grumbly about and usually ends in a stack of Dominoes boxes. I thought I’d make a cake to leave for them because I’m far…

In our house, there is a ritual that happens around Christmas, when my daughters come home, go through the cupboards, and accusingly wave bars of chocolate at me with one square eaten.