Anzac Biscuits

This has got to be one of the easiest biscuit recipe ever. It's yummy. It's economical. It stores well. There is no egg, so it's safe to give to people with egg allergy. Did I mention that it's yummy too?

Think how happy your children/partners/friends/family/colleagues/neighbours will be when they taste this biscuit. And the pride and warm-glowy feeling it will give you, knowing that YOU baked it. Out of l.o.v.e for them. You'll feel like the genius-domestic-goddess/god-extraordinaire that you are.

And look, because I love you, I've baked some for you. I've even tied a ribbon too. Aren't I nice?

Happy Friday and have a great weekend.


Recipe from Donna Hay's Modern Classics Book 2:

Ingredients:

• 1 cup rolled oats
• 1 cup plain (all purpose) flour
• ½ cup sugar
• ¾ cup desiccated coconut
• 2 tablespoons golden syrup
• 125g (4 oz) butter
• ½ teaspoon bicarbonate of soda (baking soda)
• 1 tablespoon hot water

Method:

1. Preheat oven to 160ºC. Place oats, flour, sugar and coconut in a bowl.
2. Place the golden syrup and butter in a saucepan over low heat and allow to melt.
3. Mix bicarbonate of soda with the water and add to the butter mixture. Pour butter mixture into the dry ingredients and mix well.
4. Place tablespoonfuls of the mixture on baking trays lined with non-stick baking paper, allowing room for the biscuits to spread, and flatten slightly.
5. Bake for 10 minutes or until golden. Cool on wire racks.

Notes:  

• Makes 22. (I usually get 20 or 21 only, each of my biscuits might be a bit bigger)

More Bento

Cooking for Miss Pantry, who is a "sometimes-fussy-eater" can be quite frustrating. Something she would eat with gusto one day becomes floor decoration another. I call it mealtime Russian Roulette.

Have you tried getting a toddler to eat something she doesn't want to? It's like trying to catch a dog and give it oral flea medicine. Only worse. Imagine a big, kicky, screaming dog who cries bloody murder and tries to propel herself into your arms when you attempt to buckle her into her high chair. So loud that you think the neighbours are going to ring the police.

But, being Mother of the Year that I am, I try to be patient and not get upset by food refusal. I also try to offer a balanced diet, and I make it a point not to cook Miss Pantry anything that I wouldn't eat myself..

Since half the time, I'm the one finishing up her lunches.

No wonder my pants are getting tight.