WHAT AN AFTERNOON IT'S BEEN

Hello my lovelies!

As we're heading down to Brisbane tomorrow I thought I would make some biscuits for the boys.  "Now!  What will I make?" I said to myself.  "I know!  I'll make some Anzacs."  Out came David Herbert's recipe, out came the flour, butter, golden syrup, brown sugar, rolled oats, coconut, salt and bi-carb of soda.

I decided to double the recipe so pulled out a really big bowl. Got out the measuring cups and measured 2 cups flour, 2 cups sugar, 2 cups coconut, 2 cups rolled oats and a pinch of salt.  Mixed all together with my hands in the sink as I'm not that tall and I need my bowl a bit lower.  Then it was time to melt the butter and golden syrup.  Once that was gently melting its merry heart out, I measured 2 tsp bi-carb into a cup and added a couple of tablespoons of boiling water.  Mix the two together, carried the cup over to the little pot where the butter and golden syrup were melting, poured in the bi-carb and watched a volcano erupt all over my stove.  I quickly lifted the pot up, thinking I would take it to the sink, but as it was still frothing like billy-o I couldn't and so I managed to spread melted butter and golden syrup all over the stove.  I wish I had had thought to run for the camera for you to see the disaster.  You will just have to imagine it.  I stood there looking at the mess, not quite sure what to do next.  I decided to pour what was left in the little pot, into the dry mixture and see if it brought the dry ingredients together and of course it didn't.  "What SHALL I do now?" I asked myself.  Well, I actually didn't use these exact words but you can imagine.  I took my large bowl of mixture over to the stove and started spooning the stuff off the stove into my bowl until it came together.  Then I prepared one tray and put that in the oven to get things going.  While the first batch of biscuits were cooking, I started pulling the stove to bits.  I have now managed to get the kitchen back into some semblance of normality, all before Papa came in from the garden thank the Lord.  He is really starting to worry when I head into the kitchen.  "What happened to the stove?" he asked when he came in and I slowly and wearily went through the whole story. 

The metal things that hold the pots etc in place are now in the dishwasher and I've washed all the bits and pieces that produce the flame for cooking.  Hopefully when all goes together again everything will work.

And the biscuits?  Turned out beautifully.  Papa says they're delicious.  I shall have one with my afternoon cuppa.

Love Nanxxx