I really don’t have much to show for my week. The days have evaporated between driving to swimming lessons that hadn’t yet resumed and leaving the packing for our trip until the very last minute for maximum angst and anxiety. Luckily, I embraced underachievement a few years back.
My affection for “that’ll do” is perhaps the reason that I love Sarah from Slapdash Mama‘s blog so much. She’s on my mediocre wavelength.
Sarah was the winner of my Vignettes for the Unfashionable competition. Her hair accessory adorned fruit bowl could honestly be on my kitchen bench. Such is our connection.
When I started to think about which biscuits to bake for her, I knew instantly that rum monkeys would be the go. If Sarah was having a day like mine, any method of ingesting intoxicating liquor before the socially accepted time of five o’clock would be a bonus. If one can do it whilst sipping a cup of tea, all the better. O
250g self-raising flour
1 dessert spoon cinnamon
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp ground ginger
2 tbs currants
3 tbs sultanas
3 tbs raisins
1 tbs lemon zest
2 tsp spiced rum
Cream butter and sugar, add egg and beat well. Sift flour with spices added. Add flour to the butter mixture and work to a dough (you may need to add additional flour if the mixture is too wet). Roll the dough out thinly, cut into two sizes of rounds, one a little smaller than the other.
For the filling: combine dried fruit, lemon zest, rum and cinnamon/spice to taste. Put a teaspoon of filling on each of the larger rounds, place a smaller round on top, press the edges together. Bake at 180C for 25 minutes. You could decorate the top of each biscuit with an almond or something similar. I had totally intended decorating mine, but only remembered the plan after my rum monkeys were already in the oven.
After a little taste test, there was nothing to do but pack them as snuggly as possible and book them a first class ticket* to Sarah’s house.
‘fess up. what’s your slapdash secret?
what treasures are hiding in your fruit bowl?
*The monkeys probably didn’t fly first class. They more likely rode in the back of the Australia Post truck.