Okay, so I should be making Bakewell Tart to continue my Bake-Off challenges, but I have to say that since I fell so far behind and the world now knows that lipstick is a showstopper, I’ve lost a bit of interest. But I will get around to it, promise!
This week though, Sam sent me a text asking if we could bake this weekend. We? Okay, there’s an ‘I’ in baking but generally no ‘we’, so I was intrigued as to his motives!
Turns out his Beer Box had arrived (he
collects consumes craft beers) and there was one contained that had a recipe for a very moreish treat!
Caramel or ‘Millionaire’s’ Shortbread is delish and is one of those snacks I shouldn’t be left alone with. But I’ve never made every element from scratch. With beer. So no time like the present – time for some Monday Munchies Millionaires!
‘Vull moon. ‘Arf moon. Total eecleeepse.‘
These words possibly mean nothing to anyone outside of the UK, but if you’re over the age of about twenty, they should be synonymous with an advert for little discs of joy: Jaffa Cakes.
What are they? Are they a cake of a biscuit? Biscuits go soft if you leave them out and cakes go hard – these defy logic and don’t really do either. They’re in the biscuit aisle, but technically shouldn’t avoid the associated tax because of the chocolate. Very confusing!
One thing is certain though, these sponge-y, orange-y, chocolate-y treats are delicious and moreish: I’ve been known to consume a packet in one go. Shush, don’t judge… I’m sure there’s only about eight in a box… And yes, I’ve used them in a classroom situation too.
So when I saw one of these speedy cooking videos, that seem to do the rounds on Facebook, for a giant Jaffa cake, I just knew I wanted to try it for Monday Munchies! I mean, everything is brilliant in miniature but small things made to epic proportions are equally as appealing!
Does anyone remember that little, imaginary dragon, who frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honalee?
The song is from the 60s, based on a poem written by a 19 year old student at Cornell, about a dragon who gets forgotten about after his best friend, Jackie, grows up. 😦
I remember the song being sung to me as a child and it’s quite likely this is where my fascination with dragons began. However, dragons have nothing to do with cooking (unless, perhaps it’s a BBQ post!) No, today’s Monday Muchies is about another kind of magical puff – the pastry variety!
Depending on your nationality, dialect and whether you eat tomAYtoes or tomARtoes will have a bearing on your pronunciation of this week’s Monday Munchies title.
I asked the maid in dulcet tone
To order me a buttered scone;
The silly girl has been and gone
And ordered me a buttered scone.
Source, Wikipedia (Anon.)
Personally, having the flattened Yorkshire tones peculiar to the East Riding of the county, it makes no sense to me. You see, I’m a ‘scone as in bone‘, not a ‘scone as in gone‘ kinda girl. Actually, I’m more ‘scern as in fern‘ (Mum’s been on fern, she’s made a batch o’ scerns…) but enough about my accent…I’ll leave you to decipher the translation!
However, as today marks Burns’ Night in Scotland, I thought I’d honour their pronunciation for the purpose of making my title work! Oh, and because I discovered something I wasn’t aware of: Scones originate from Scotland!