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Chocolate Ginger Hobnobs


For the past few years, I have been taking part in International Homemade Hobnob Day.  This year I was a little late, but tried to make up for it by experimenting with new options.  A few weeks later I had to make 4 dozen cookies for a church cookie sale, and after the dismal failure of my attempt at a new recipe, I resorted to these tried and tested Chocolate Ginger Hobnobs.

8 oz / 2 sticks margarine
1 tbsp golden syrup (or corn syrup)
1 tbsp hot water
1/2 tsp bicarb/ baking soda
8 oz / 1 3/4 cups self-raising flour
8 oz / 1 cup sugar
8 oz / 2 1/2 cups rolled / quick oats
1/2 tsp ground ginger
1 oz / 3 tbsp finely chopped crystallized ginger

Melt margarine and syrup.  Mix water and soda together in a cup and add to margarine mixture.  Add remaining ingredients and mix well with a wooden spoon.  Form into small balls, place on baking tray and flatten slightly.  Bake at 180C / 350F for 15 minutes.  Melt 100g / 3.5 oz dark chocolate with 1 tbsp butter and drizzle over the cookies, using a piping bag or spoon.  Leave to set.  Enjoy.  Makes about 30.

Comments

Fat Dormouse said…
Mmmmmmmm! These look lovely! Sigh. Yet another recipe I will have to try making!!!
Sally Eyre said…
Just made some. Didn't have the stem ginger so I just doubled the powedered ginger. Not getting a chance to add the choc as the kids are demolishing them! I've got 60 from that recipe at a decent size, so I've no idea how huge your cookies must be to only get 30! Thanks.

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