As I mentioned last night, it is Johns birthday today and he loves sponge. I have heard many horror stories about disasterous sponge making so I had myself physically and mentally ready, with a clean bench, apron donned and oven set on 170degrees. I had raced into Ballantynes earlier in the morning and bought a couple of 20cm sponge tins, so they were sitting pretty and lined, so I was ready to go.
As I was making the sponge I got an email from my friend Kerry (mentioned last night) asking how the sponge was going, so I was giving her a blow by blow as it was being made and cooking. I am delighted to say that the said sponges were rising beautifully and had a lovely light tan and they came away from the tins smoothly.
I spread some passionfruit curd (barkers) on the first sponge, then a thin layer of cream, then the next sponge and some more curd and cream.
Dinner time came and it was demolished with speed and the birthday boy gave the nod of approval. Mission accomplished.