Hot on the heels of the huge success of the Beef recipe (it doesn't take much to encourage me), I whipped out the camera today to snap one of our favourite sugary treats; flapjacks. I featured these in the early days of my blog.
So, without further ado, here's the how to;
You need:
140g butter
140g brown sugar of some type
280g oats, I like Bunalun but Flahavans are equally fab
3-4 tblsp honey or golden syrup
Gently heat the butter, sugar and honey to a simmer. Don't rush it or it won't like you
When the mixture is nice and hot, throw in your oats and give them a good stir so everything is nice and sticky
Protection is always a good idea, so line a nice, big 10inch tin (or similarly sized receptacle) with some baking paper
Empty all your oats and sticky stuff into the tin and bake it at 180 degrees C for 20 minutes or so
Before this is fully cold, carefully run a knife around the inside of the tin and pop out the hot flapjack slab.
With a large knife, press down gently but firmly to cut into segments. Eat up before the pesky kids get them.
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Jesus, that looks good, speaking as someone that has difficulty boiling an egg.
Lovely shade of nail polish there, Bock. Suits you.
It looks darker in the last pic, was it cooked?
If so, what temp & time?
Looks Delicious.
Tessa — What made you think I wrote this?
Stew — My fault for messing around with the text. Hope it makes more sense now.
Is Bock screwing up my stuff again? Stop taking the credit for all the "proper" posts on this blog!
I can do that
I made them there excellent, very similar to a high end american granola bar sold at whole foods, wrap them in saran wrap and they freeze really well.You can put them in the kids lunch sack frozen they will be perfect by lunch time.
Any recipies for a bread pudding ?
@shannaboley that's great news, glad to hear it. They never last long enough here to make it to the freezer. I've never made a bread pudding but Bock has seen your comment and is now scraping old bread out of the bin and shouting at me so will probably have to do one straight away now
Get cookin'! In the kitchen, now!
Bock spent the wages in the pub again and I've no money for milk n eggs and nappies for baby Bock
Baby Bock, Val?
Certainly fucking not. Time to start firing some of the staff.
@Mairead, sure I'm just fantasising. What woman out of her mind wouldn't dream of having an insane, lunatic love-child from a deranged psychopath?
Have ancient bread n butter pudding recipe, Would have to have a test run though because it's in my head.
With absolute humility I make the best apple/blackberry crumble in the whole universe !
:-)
First my fertile brother, and now fantasising about Bock, Val.
I think you need to get rid of that cat and get a man in!!?? :-)
Whaaa????
Whappened?
Jaysus, I turn me back fer a min…..
@Mairead sure Bock keeps me chained up in the yard, all I have is the cat and me imagination, plus no self-respect!
And still no pics of my Primus stoves modell 1942. My shame is limitless. The coldest winter since Stalingrad allso 1942 and there ya are Bock flunting you flaps in my face. Not a train is running nor a bus. But revege will be mine one day. My pan cakes will give you flaps a good run.
Who is this man speaking of giving my flaps a good run?
Jesus, this gets worse by the second.
Ah bock, you keep me sane. Val, you are a riot. Where is me snow shovel.
Val, as things look now I could not give any thing a run, not least your flaps. i want to out do your flaps and show off my" våfflar" which is the scandinavien variant of your flaps but the winter is draining my energy and the beginnings of what we call " lappsjuka" is dawning on me. We have so much snow and cold that the barn roofs are caveing in and so on. I do intend to out do your flaps but later in the spring.
Val, you are guilty of giving me my only laugh this winter. Woe is me.
@Charles, I'm always willing to oblige when it comes to making an old, or young man happy. To know that I can do this across the miles and snow just warms my flaps all the more
HEH,
And who thought this website shit was boring….
AHH, yes a breath of fresh air and smut, what else da ya need.
Val I,m at the age when allmost nothing makes me happy. The day will come and your flaps will never recover from my "Våffel" attack .It will then be said of this encounter."O'Rourkes noble feast shall n'eer be forgot by those who were there and those who were not". Now Val fore warned is fore armed.
Val. keep the flaps warm, we need it here as the cold grips us even harder. Ships ice locked on the Baltic and Ymer the ice breaker plouging it,s way to the rescue. Winter stress takeing its toll. Minus 30.5 celsius the other night. Primus stove at the ready. As I understand it Bock is not the boss at the cooking department.