{"id":486356,"date":"2010-03-29T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-03-29T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thekitchn.com\/thekitchn\/holidays-easter\/traditional-british-recipe-eccles-cakes-112645"},"modified":"2010-03-29T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2010-03-29T16:00:00","slug":"traditional-british-recipe-eccles-cakes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/486356","title":{"rendered":"Traditional British Recipe: Eccles Cakes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thekitchn.com\/thekitchn\/holidays-easter\/traditional-british-recipe-eccles-cakes-112645\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"2010_03_29-EcclesCake4.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.apartmenttherapy.com\/uimages\/kitchen\/2010_03_29-EcclesCake4.jpg\" width=\"429\" height=\"500\" class=\"mt-image-center\" \/><\/a>Several years ago I was at a local farmer&#8217;s market, looking over a baker&#8217;s spread, when a small round pastry caught my eye. It was neatly stacked on its fellows, each crimped, golden, and speckled with grains of sugar. What&#8217;s that? I asked the amiable proprietor. Even from my side of the table they looked heavy and firm, like little pats of butter. English Eccles cakes! he said, in a rolling British accent. This sounded distantly familiar, like something I&#8217;d read in a book. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thekitchn.com\/thekitchn\/holidays-easter\/traditional-british-recipe-eccles-cakes-112645\">Read Full Post<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/feedads.g.doubleclick.net\/~at\/4Oq9KVs0ApRtwo4rkHGEuIq2W_I\/0\/da\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/feedads.g.doubleclick.net\/~at\/4Oq9KVs0ApRtwo4rkHGEuIq2W_I\/0\/di\" border=\"0\" ismap=\"true\"><\/img><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/feedads.g.doubleclick.net\/~at\/4Oq9KVs0ApRtwo4rkHGEuIq2W_I\/1\/da\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/feedads.g.doubleclick.net\/~at\/4Oq9KVs0ApRtwo4rkHGEuIq2W_I\/1\/di\" border=\"0\" ismap=\"true\"><\/img><\/a><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/feeds.feedburner.com\/~r\/apartmenttherapy\/thekitchn\/~4\/rLKMSGHisHg\" height=\"1\" width=\"1\"\/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Several years ago I was at a local farmer&#8217;s market, looking over a baker&#8217;s spread, when a small round pastry caught my eye. It was neatly stacked on its fellows, each crimped, golden, and speckled with grains of sugar. What&#8217;s that? I asked the amiable proprietor. Even from my side of the table they looked [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":99,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-486356","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486356","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/99"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=486356"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486356\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=486356"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=486356"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=486356"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}