Today was the most relaxing Saturday I have had in a long time. I slept in, shared a quiet breakfast with hubby, tackled the vacuuming and then finally found myself in the kitchen. No pressure, no fancy equipment; just a spoon, a fork and a desire to recreate a childhood favourite. The perfect result of a manual mix: a tender crumb beneath a lacy, buttery Jarlsberg crust. For me, cheese cupcakes mean one thing: the pre-packaged Lemon Square Cheese Cakes tucked into my school bag for baon or enjoyed as the afternoon snack. They were sweet, salty and always hit the spot. But today, I wanted something that felt a little more "grown-up" to pair with my afternoon tea. The Great Topping Revelation I ran a little experiment with this batch: half with the cheese topping and half without. I actually tried the plain one first, and to my surprise, it was too ...