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| Batch 1 |
Let's be
honest, cooking is not my strong suit. So weak in fact are my culinary skills
that I live on scrambled eggs and toasted sandwiches when James is away. For
some strange reason I awoke on Anzac Day with an intense desire to cook Anzac
biscuits. James laughed, a lot, then asked if I was ok. Call it
patriotism. After spending the day talking about it, I finally went to buy
the ingredients. It seems everyone in the eastern suburbs had the same idea.
The shelves were bare of bi-carb soda and desiccated coconut.
Fast-forward
four days and I'm baking like a reject from Masterchef. Today I cooked my first
batches of Anzac biscuits. I say batches because the first attempt didn't quite
hit the spot (read too much golden syrup and oven too hot which led to burning
of biscuit bottom). The good news is the second batch rocked! I'm not quite
Nigella yet and I have no desire to cook anything else, but I am feeling slightly
smug. I only burnt myself on the oven once and nothing caught on fire. That's a
good day in my kitchen.
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