As you can see I've been busy creating these delicious biscuits using out of date ingredients found festering in the back of the cupboard.
Ingredients:
4oz ground almonds 7 months out of date
The zest and juice of one manky orange (bought fresh two days ago from Morrisons!)
4 tablespoons of custard powder 6 years out of date
5oz plain flour the only item in date
5oz icing sugar 4 years out of date
half a dusty bottle of vanilla essence
half a cup of chocolate chips.
4oz butter on the turn
Do the rubbing in method with butter and dry ingredients. Add orange juice and form into a dough, roll a heaped tablespoon into a ball and flatten with the back of a spoon. Bake in a preheated oven for 7-10 minutes at 180 degrees gas 4. Et voila!
Damn it, if only I'd known that you were doing this... I had a tin of cocoa powder from 2008 you could have borrowed. It has moved around the country with me and I finally threw it out and replaced it on Saturday. I might have some vintage 2009 flour if you're interested?
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The biscuits still look dunkable. I probably would.
Is it too late to retrieve it from the bin? I would have made my very own Devonshire milk chocolate or a very nice chocolate soup, like the Spanish make. The biscuits taste surprisingly good, fresh and dunkable!
DeleteHey, turn the oven up enough and the out-of-date doesn't matter!
ReplyDeletePS: Does Carmen like them?
I believe you're right. Carmen loves them, she's had six with a cup of tea then complained because her sugar levels are high, she's a diabetic or pieabetic as I like to call her, serves her right for been a glutton.
DeleteDarling Mitzi,
ReplyDeleteHow we have missed being part of your deliciously decadent world. And, how could anything you do be out of date. Indeed, you are the one who puts the R into retro and makes it reinvented.
The buttery trollops look divine. Oh, if only you were nearer to knock up a dozen or so for our Afternoon Tea parties. We are certain that they would slip down wonderfully well with a cup of Darjeeling.
Of course, in our youth, the sell by date was just a figment of someone's imagination.....
Hoping you are well. J and L xx
Welcome back J and L, you've been missed! I am so pleased you have conquered your fear of long haul flights and are off seeing the world. I avoid long haul flights simply because I just cannot 'go' on aeroplanes I think it's the air pressure that impedes the flow.
DeleteGreat news! Prince Charles has invited me to whip up a batch at his Highgrove estate, he's very interested in producing them for his Duchy originals range, apparently he is very 'hands on' in the kitchen, if he behaves himself and keeps his hands to himself then I shall give him the 'bowles' to lick out!
They look absolutely divine, Mitzi. I might try my hand at these for my next tea party, the Vicar and the Rector are both due to attend, along with the Women's Insitute.
ReplyDelete"Would you like a White Chocolate or Orange Trollop, vicar?"
Thank you Fanny, but they are not a patch on your fabulous creations. Is it one of those lady vicars, you know, with short hair and flat shoes?
DeleteTrollop sounds a lot nicer than the original name I gave them, orange slags with a Saint Tropez tan.
Yes, sadly it's a lady vicar. She wrote a little note on lilac notepaper to me, which disturbed me greatly and gave me headaches. I was popping Xanax and Valium like Smarties. I fear she is a ........ you know, the 'L' word.
DeleteI must admit, I love the original name - Orange Slags with a St Tropez Tan. I only wish my favourite tea-room, Greggs, sold such fancies. Sadly, they only stock shriveled sausage rolls and cream flaps. You should set up your own café ... or is it caff? I still don't know the difference.
We in Yorkshire call it a caffee, posh people pronounce it 'caif ' and those from London, especially in the east end call it a caff/greasy spoon.
DeleteI'm with MsScarlet, I'd dunk. Preferably in cacao. Thick sweet & sticky.
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased I looked up the word 'cacao' otherwise, I'd be left thinking that you and Scarlet had a fondness for the dirty brown.
DeleteMy psychotic ex-maid, Belladonna, had a fondness for "the dirty brown" as well, which was just one of a thousand reasons she had to go.
DeleteLike a pig snuffling for truffles.
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