125g butter, softened
1/2 cup caster sugar
2 eggs
1 cup yoghurt
Finely grated zest of 1 lemon 1
/2 cup lemon juice
1/3cup poppy seeds
2 cups self-raising flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
Lemon syrup:
Stripped zest and juice of 4 lemons
3/4 cup sugar
1. Heat oven to 200°C. Grease 12-hole standard muffin tin or line with paper cases. In a bowl, beat butter and sugar together until pale and creamy.
2. Beat in eggs, one at a time, then beat in yoghurt, lemon zest and juice and poppy seeds. Sift the flour and baking soda over creamed mixture and fold in to just combine into a smooth batter – be careful not to over-mix.
3. Spoon mixture into the prepared muffin tin and bake for 20 minutes or until muffins are pale golden and a skewer inserted in the centre of one muffin comes out clean. Remove muffins to cool.
4. Combine lemon zest and juice and sugar in a saucepan and bring to the boil, stirring until sugar dissolves. Boil steadily for 2 minutes, then spoon hot lemon syrup over the cold muffins.
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