The baby was asleep, the biggie was happily engaged – it was the perfect moment to make the flapjack that my middle son had been asking for all weekend. The baking began as all my attempts do – with a call to my mum to tell remind me how to make it. And it ended as all my attempts do – with a bit of a flop. Or flopjack, in this case.
I’ve got sticky oats stuck to the soles of my slippers. All the boys’ clothes are decorated with them too. But it tasted delicious. And I got to stand for five minutes with my arm round my four-year-old chef’s waist, watching as he sprinkled in the oats by hand, as if creating a porridge-fairy snowscene, and stirring them into the gooey loveliness, together.
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ahhh i love this! Flopjack is a great name 🙂 as long you had fun and it still tastes yummy thats all that matters right!!! x
Thanks! Yes it did taste nice, despite having to be eaten with a spoon!x
Sometimes it’s all in the trying. I once made some biscuits that my 6 year old son named, in loving innocence, ‘Burnt Wine’, as he scrunched his way through them, his little face involuntarily grimacing. (They were brandy snaps, in case you wonder).
Ha ha ha! I can only speculate how he knew what wine tasted like, burnt or otherwise! x
Oh mine always end as flopjacks! Thanks for finally naming them!
Ha ha – thanks!
Lovely to bake together. Flop jacks made me giggle xx
Thanks – I have to see the funny side to my baking booboos!xx
Haha I adore the name flopjack! Totally think you should publish a flopjack recipe! 😉 x