Mini Cuppa Cake

This delightfully simple, old-fashioned dessert is known as Cuppa Cuppa Cake, named for its easy-to-remember measurements of one cup of flour and one cup of sugar. The result is a moist, self-saucing cake made with fruit cocktail that feels both nostalgic and comforting. It’s best served warm and pairs beautifully with vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.

To make it, preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C) and generously grease a 9-inch pie dish or cake pan with part of the butter. In a large bowl, mix the self-rising flour, sugar, and undrained fruit cocktail just until combined, then pour the batter into the prepared pan. Dot the top with small pieces of the remaining butter and bake for 35–40 minutes, until golden brown. Allow the cake to cool for about 10 minutes before serving warm.

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