Sugar Free Apple Cake

4oz granary flour 1 apple cut into smallish chunks 1 TSP of baking powder 2 eggs 4oz butter/vegan alternative/would like to try with oil 1 TSP vanilla extract Couple of handfuls of raisins First mix all ingredients except chunky fruit Add fruit Put in square baking tin Bake at 180 degrees for 35 minutes
Ocean Acheson-Crow
Sugar free apple cake
Sprinkle cinnamon on top before baking
Or could add to mixture of you want

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