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International Home-made Hobnob Day

January 10th 2010 was International Home-made Hobnob Day, as designated by my friend Steph and warmly embraced by at least 200 other people, according to the Facebook page. Of course I had to do my bit and introduce the good people of Fort Worth to hobnobs. So I made a batch to take to church on Saturday evening. They vanished remarkably quickly and cemented my reputation as church baker (acquired after attending only four services). In fact it's a ridiculously easy recipe and I heartily encourage you all to make your own.

Here's the recipe:

Recipe (makes 30 - 45 depending on size - I usually aim for 35ish):

Ingredients:
8oz/225g self raising flour
8oz/225g sugar
8oz/225g porridge oats
8oz/225g margarine/butter
1tbsp golden syrup
1tbsp hot water
1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda

Method:
- Mix flour, oats and sugar in a bowl
- In a pan, melt margarine, syrup and water
- When melted, stir in bic soda and then add to dry mix
- Mix well, then make smallish balls and put on greased tray and flatten slightly
- Bake at 180 deg c for 15 mins til golden, then cool on the tray
- Eat/share/post as required!

And here's the finished result:

Comments

Steph said…
Woohoo! Fantastic! We gave out 300 odd on Stokes Croft - was lovely to brighten up some people's days!

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