Upside Down Apple Tea cake

We had some friends over on Sunday for afternoon tea & I was trying to think of something yummy yet not ridiculously unhealthy to bake…. I decided to upside down an apple tea cake! And…yummmmm! We ate almost the entire cake between the four of us adults (& the 2 toddlers assisted a bit too !)

Here is the recipe for this yummmmmm & so basic cake!




Upside Down Apple Tea Cake

1 Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored & sliced thinly

1 heaped tablespoon butter (I used margarine)

2 tablespoons sugar (*I used raw sugar, many recipes call for caster or brown for the topping but mine was great!)

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Cake :

1/3 cup margarine (or butter)

1/2 cup caster sugar

1 egg

1 teaspoon vanilla essence

1 cup self raising flour (or 1 cup plain/all purpose flour+ 2 teaspoons baking powder)* no SR flour in Tbilisi!

1/3 cup milk


Preheat oven to 180c (170c fan forced). Grease 20cm round cake tin- I like to do this with baking paper as it’s easier to flip out cake when cooked.

Place 1 heaped tblspn butter in pan and pop in oven until it’s almost melted. Add in 2 tblspns sugar and 1 tspn cinnamon and spread evenly over bottom of pan. Arrange slices of Apple over this mixture and pop Back in oven while you are making cake mixture.

In mixing bowl or with electric mixer, combine butter/margarine & sugar together until light. Add in egg & vanilla and beat well. Add half the flour and half the milk and beat well. Add in the remaining flour & butter.

Add the cake mixture into the pan with the apples, gently so you don’t mess up the apple arrangement!

Put in oven for 25-30 minutes, test with a skewer after 25mins, if it comes out clean, it’s done.

Take out of oven & flip over onto cooling rack or plate. When cooled you can sprinkle with a little sugar & cinnamon or just leave as is… And serve!


enjoy.. I’m off to attempt to make Georgian bread “khachapuri” today so keep an eye out for a post on that!



Baking Powder happiness

So….since my last post, I have seen people with prams everywhere.. literally everywhere. Nannies pushing their little charges around the block, up and down the street; Mums taking their babies out for a little stroll; Mums & Dads taking their children out in the pram in the park… So I eat my words. I maintain about the steps and taking a pram “shopping” – you really have to pick the side of the road you want to walk up and down the street on… also in a difference to Australia, over here I’ve noticed that people will merely leave their pram outside a shop while they have a browse, or if you can get your pram in, the store security guard (almost every store has at least one security guard) will follow you around the store while you shop. I have also been very suspiciously looked at when I have the baby in the Manduca carrier & my coat over the top (and hence followed around a store..).

In any case, Friday was a very exciting day for me here in Tbilisi.

Why, you ask?

Because after two weeks of searching in the three big supermarkets,  and the smaller grocery stores in town, I was resigned to the fact that there was not only no Self Raising flour for sale in this country (GASP!), but there was no baking powder either! How was I meant to bake scrumptious muffins, cakes, slices or biscuits? If I did they were going to flat as a pancake! How did the bakeries here bake these things!??

I started gathering some intel (Ok, I googled and read other Tbilisi blogs… which I would credit but I can’t remember which one I read the magical info on…) I found the address of a bakery store (7 Arakishvili St) that “someone” claimed possibly sold Cream of Tartar! This bakery wasn’t all that far from me so I set out with baby in tow, and after a few wrong turns, found said store, and was in paradise! Big containers of Baking Powder, Cream of Tartar, measured out for you and sold by the gram! So 400gms and 12Lari later, some “Didi Madloba, Nahvamdis!”, I was a happy chappy and trotted on home with my 400gms of white powder in a plastic bag (dodgy much!?) to cook some blueberry muffins.

I unfortunately told this to my muffin obsessed baby so for the entire 20 minute walk home all I could hear was “muff? muff?”.

Friday was a good day 🙂