1 Gala apple Juice
1/2 lemon
115g butter, softened
1 cup raw sugar
1 tsp vanilla essence
2 eggs
1 1/4 cups self-raising flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp ground cinnamon
2 tbsp raw sugar extra, to sprinkle
Prepared vanilla custard, to serve
1. Heat oven to 180°C. Line a 17cm x 27cm slice tin with nonstick baking paper. Peel, core and slice the apple and toss in a bowl with the lemon juice, which will stop any discolouration.
2. Place butter, sugar and vanilla in another bowl and beat with an electric mixer until pale and creamy. Beat in eggs, one at a time. Sift flour, baking powder and cinnamon over creamed mixture and then beat in briefly to combine.
3. Spread the mixture over the base of the prepared tin. Arrange the sliced apple on top. Sprinkle the surface with extra raw sugar.
4. Bake for 35 minutes or until the pudding slice is golden brown and set in the middle. Remove to cool in the tin for 10 minutes before serving warm with vanilla custard, if desired.
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