Jared looked at Elspeth and rolled his eyes. “Not more cooking.”
“It's Christmas and with your brothers coming over for the day, they'll eat me out of house and home you know that.”
“True. So what you making this time?”
“Cranberry flapjacks. The way your mum always made them.”
Jared smiled. “Those will go down a storm. Next to Mum you're the only person who got them right.”
“That’s because I follow her recipe and don’t try doing it off the cuff like some people.”
He looked down at the card and read the ingredients out to her. “4oz oats, 3 tablespoons honey, 2oz self-raising flour, 1 egg, 4 tablespoons dried cranberries.” He looked up. “Would probably be nice with fresh cranberries too.”
She nodded. “I bet they would. Okay now what do I do?”
“Mix together the oats, honey, self-raising flour, egg and dried cranberries. This should form a thick batter.” Jared watched as she did what he said. “You know she used to sing when she did these when we were kids,” he said. He moved over to the frying pan and melted the 5 tablespoons of butter.
“You don’t need to though,” Elspeth said smiling knowing full well her husband was tone deaf and couldn’t sing for toffee.
Jared poked his tongue out at her and sang carols anyway as he spooned the mixture into small rounds and then fried them for 2-3 mins each side until they were golden brown. “Can you make the sauce, so we can have some now? We can do a double batch?”
Elspeth laughed at his puppy dog eyes and nodded. “Sure.” She began the caramel sauce. She heated a pan and then added 2oz butter and 2oz caster sugar and cooked it for 3-4 minutes. Then she added 2fl oz double cream and the peeled segments of an orange. She stirred it thoroughly and took it off the heat.
By the time she’d finished, Jared was already sat at the table with the wine poured and the flapjacks on the plates. He poured the caramel sauce over them then stuck his fork in and broke a piece off. He chewed slowly. “Nope, mum’s are still better.” He winked. “But these do come a close second.”