Why, oh why do I torture myself. A day at home wasted yet again. I decided to have another crack at baking. Brittany suggested we have some Anzac biscuits, the home made type. I can do this surely I can’t stuff up, have made them before using the New Zealand Edmonds cook book, that is very well used, yellowed around the edges and all the way throughout, earmarked, old and precious.
It’s kind of a given that girls can bake, right? At least that was what I always believed, WRONG!!!
So I got home late on Thursday after taking a class in the city where I parked absolutely miles away, I parked in the Concert Hall car park as I figured it was about halfway in between where I needed to be, and I knew how to get there. I then walked all the way down to near the causeway, worked up a little sweat, I am guessing it’s about 1.5km’s away, (don’t forget I had to walk back as well ) working towards my goal of 10.000 steps a day, dragging my boss with me who was dragging my suitcase behind her. We told ourselves it was good exercise, I am just thankful it wasn’t raining, otherwise it wasn’t going to happen.
I digress, anyway, I stopped at the supermarket on the way home to get the ingredients, for what were going to be chewy Anzac Biscuits:
- Golden Syrup
- Baking butter
As well as some mince to make an easy dinner as Sam and Matt were going to call in, I knew I would be late and didn’t want to end up slaving in the kitchen as clearly that isn’t my thing, they ended up staying the night which was awesome. xxx
So there ended up being 6 of us.
The following morning I rose early, ready for my walk, Sam and Matt were up, saying their goodbyes as they were of shortly to, Sam will return later that day to have dinner with us.
Got home feeling fairly positive about the mess I was about to make, then I remembered the new cookbook I had bought and thought I would check out Merle’s Anzac biscuit recipe. Well a picture told a thousand words as she had won a baking prize at the age of 8 with this recipe, so I guessed if an eight year old can do it so can I.
|One successful cake and one bowl of marshmallows to make up for the biscuits.|
I took all the ingredients and placed them on the bench, lined up like a row of soldiers, took out the new steel measuring cups and spoons I had bought a fair few months ago, in anticipation of all the baking I was going to do, did you notice the baking I WAS GOING TO DO. I measured, melted, mixed, rolled and baked.
What a bloody mess, sifted the bloody flour, which went everywhere, all over the bench, floors, cupboards, left flour outlines of dishes (should have been an artist) as it settled on the bench, think I needed a gas mask, I’m coughing away, deflated by every second, oh no why did I start this.
The recipe said bake for 7 minutes, personally I thought that sounded a bit short, but Merle couldn’t possibly be wrong could she. At about the 6 minute mark, I checked the oven, swapped the trays around as the biscuits on the bottom hadn’t browned and the recipe said that when browned they would be ready.
I left them for approximately 9 minutes, took them out, left them on the tray as instructed. Lucas was looking keen, he has such a sweet tooth, I said to him, ‘Lucas it’s me baking, don’t hold your breath’, he assured me they would be great, good potential son in law here, foolish boy, think he would have learnt by now that I can’t bake.
I left them on the tray to cool slightly as instructed by Merle, then transferred them to the wire rack to cool completely so they would remain slightly chewy, as instructed by Merle.
|Very chewy, undercooked Anzac Biscuits.|
I then proceeded to clean the kitchen which took two bloody hours, my legs are aching at this stage, and I very cleverly managed to bake a sultana cake, once again one of Merle’s that I have made before, and was a success, may have been because of the Brandy soaked sultanas in the cake.
I so needed a nana nap after all this baking and cleaning but the cake takes two hours in a slow oven to bake, clearly not a forward thinker, so I settled in to catch up on some recorded Foxtel instead.
Guess what, not only are the Anzac biscuits chewy but, I don’t think they are even cooked. I can feel heated up Anzac biscuits, custard and vanilla ice cream for desert.
I have spotted an article in the paper today for a vintage tea shop in the Swan Valley, advertising homemade cakes and biscuits called Valenti’s on the Brook, opposite Lamonts, guess where I’m headed.