This cake is Nigel Slater's with my usual, interfering tweaks. I read about it in The Guardian. The photograph made me hungry (it also made the cake look as though the oven may have been too hot!). He calls it a cake for midsummer. I call it incredible.
I used a hand whisk, as I have no electric mixer. In Brooklyn you are not allowed to have electric mixers, and in fact a churn is preferred for making your own butter from the cow on your roof.
As I say, I whisked, and everything was fine. I omitted his orange zest. I added more peaches.
I folded in the very last handful of terrace blueberries and used dripping sweet yellow peaches from the market.
There is a lot of butter...Stick and a half.
This is divine. Truly. Moist, pillowy, luscious, light (in feel, certainly not in calories), with a slightly, ever so slightly sticky crust. I am smitten.