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Sweet & Morning · American

Lemon Bars

7 ingredients · 190 minutes · 16 servings

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281kcal3.6g protein12.9g fat38.9g carbs~$0.39/ serving*Estimates computed from the ingredient list; cost uses average US supermarket prices. Not a substitute for packaging measurements or your receipt.
VegetarianPescatarianNo porkNo alcohol

Contains: gluten, dairy, egg

Ingredients

Servings:
1 cupbutter (cold, cubed — the shortbread)
2 ¼ cupflour (divided: crust and curd)
¾ cuppowdered sugar (divided: crust and the snowfall)
½ tspsalt
4 uniteggs
1 ½ cupsugar
4 unitlemons (zest + 2/3 cup juice — about 4)

Method

  1. mix8 min
    shortbread: butter + 2 cups flour + 1/2 cup powdered sugar + salt to damp crumbs, pressed into a lined 9x13
    cold butter worked into the dry goods until the mix holds when squeezed — the pie-crust chapter's rubbing motion with a lazier standard — then pressed flat and even into the parchment-lined pan; even is the discipline: thin corners overbake first
  2. bake20 min
    350°F, until the shortbread edges just gild
    the par-bake — the crust needs its own head start because the curd bakes gentler and shorter than raw shortbread requires; meanwhile the filling comes together in one bowl
  3. mix6 min
    the curd: eggs + sugar whisked, then juice + zest + remaining 1/4 cup flour
    whisked smooth and no further — froth bakes into a pale foam skin on top; the little flour is the set's insurance, and the zest carries the lemon oils that juice alone never delivers
  4. bake22 min
    curd poured over the HOT crust, 350°F until the center barely trembles
    poured onto the crust straight from the oven — the weld: hot shortbread grabs the curd and the layers set as one, where a cooled crust sheds its filling at every cut — and baked only until the center wobbles like it might not be done, because it is
  5. rest120 min
    fully cold before the knife — then powdered sugar at the last moment
    room temperature, then the fridge, and no negotiating: warm bars cut into lemon rubble, cold ones into clean glass-edged squares (wipe the knife between cuts for the potluck look) — the powdered-sugar snowfall lands at serving time only, since overnight it melts invisibly into the curd and takes the drama with it