I’m not the hugest fan of sultanas. They made me gag as a kid, so I’ve spend a lifetime shunning fruit and nut chocolate, screwing my nose up at Sultana Bran, and reaching for the (somewhat shameful) fruitless hot cross bun.
But Kate de Brito, Mamamia’s Editor in Chief, loves them sick. Sultanas are her boyfriend. Those brown shrivelled up grapes bring her comfort, energy, and a good solid dose of fibre and she just cannot stop pashing them. Every damn week on the Mamamia Out Loud podcast she finds a way to drop in a mention of Sultana Cake.
Slowly, like a grape left in the sun for too long, my scorn withered. Because suddenly, EVERYONE wants the recipe. And then I made one and it transported me straight to the warm embrace of the CWA. Forget Zumbo, forget the cronut, the snow egg, macaron monstrosities and tempered chocolate towers. Sometimes you just need a Sultana nanna cake.
And with the Royal Adelaide Show on right now, and the Royal Melbourne one about to begin, fire up the ovens. Sultana cake is so hot right now.