The next student loan seems to be resembling those nightmares, you know, the ones where when you're running and running but never get anywhere? Well the loan is at the other end of that run, and I am going nooowhere. So, I've been eating some pretty... original, let's say, foods as of late. Everything from old soup with spaghetti and chicken nuggets and calling it spag bol to chewy cereal with dubious 'yogurt' (the one's that can be kept in the cupboard not the fridge and have a strange woody taste), needless to say I've been in need of something comforting to munch on lately (of course, this is difficult with such a varied array of absolute nothingness.)
In an out-of-character-1920's-woman moment I decided to.. wait for it.. yup, BAKE. I know. Just take a second to catch your breath, calm your heartbeat, I know. Essentially, I was sat with the lovely man in my life, chewing his ear about feeling due-on and emotional and how all I want is Disney films and ice-cream and chocolate and how desperately I need to eat some serious carbohydrates like NOW (he's a brave man), and THEN the little image of a biscuit popped into my obese brain. When this happens, there is no avoiding it, the only thing to do is advise all humans in the proximity to take cover and get myself to a biscuit ASAP before someone gets hurt. However, there was a vital flaw in this contingency plan, no P's! I needed an alternative, something biscuit-like that would cure my insatiable cravings.
Luckily it was quite recently pancake day (one of my favourite holidays - it involves food), so I actually owned flour and sugar in my cupboard (a once-a-year-occurrence), although I had to find a recipe that didn't need butter or eggs or any kind of topping or filling... - tricky. After much-a-google, the unthinkable was decided - to bake this (thank God there was a man there, ready to extinguish fires whenever necessary!) Said recipe is supposed to look like these apparently:
Ours looked a little like this:
The end result was a scone-biscuit-sweet-dumpling-cake-type-nutella-raspberry situation. Definitely no biscuit, perhaps not even cake, BUT my need for sweet white carby chocolateness was very much satisfied. As I currently type this I am slouched into my sofa, laptop sitting comfortably a top my 8-month-food-baby, glass of milk drunk and bath running - oh the sweet taste of victory.
Would any of you guys try this recipe or any other potentially dubious culinary experiments? If so I'd love to know how it goes! (especially if it can inspipre something better than soupghettichickneise (yup, that happened)
Until next time!
Amber xx
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