"I want to eat. I want flapjack. Make me flapjack."
It was a round half past three that we realised we had no oats. So rushing to the Co-op who are gud with fud we picked up a few. One kilogram to be precise.
Recipe for the flapyjacky can be found in Susannah's brain as she pretty much made it up. Baked for around 20, until we smelled burning baked goods.
Out of the oven, cut into uneven squares and taste test.
Result: P.D.G (pretty damn good). Chewy flapjack goodness.
Yum. Can't be much wrong with Susannah's brain if this is what is inside it.
ReplyDeleteYou realise you'll have to make some more for me.