When i was 8 my mother used to pick up bread from a farm shop on the way back from collecting us from school. Assuming the usual prerequisits laden upon young boys, such as tidy rooms and shoes which appeared to be made from leather rather than mud, we were permitted a choice from the bakery’s fine selection of sweet goods. I always avoided flapjack as its rather pale appearance convinced my boyish mind that it must be horrid.
One such morning disaster struck and there was nothing available other than the dreaded flapjack. Tantrums ensued, and my mother, rather than just leaving the shop without affording me any form of sweet, for some reason known best to herself, saught to bare out this fit of anguish and force me to eat the flapjack of doom. Needless to say I was immediately converted, and any thought of dislike vanished from my juvenile mind.
So I was rather pleased when a collegue of mine presented a dish of collapsed syrup covered oats. Admittedly she wasn’t happy, as her flapjack had failed to set, however this didn’t detract at all from the flavour.
This prompted me to give it a whirl. A quick facebook survey clearly showed that flapjack should be chewy and not crunchy, so 12oz of butter, 5oz of golden syrup and 3oz of muscovado sugar, combined over a medium heat in a large pan saw me brandishing a caramel with a devilish sweetness. A pinch of salt dealt with the extremeness of it and, off the heat, I added 10oz of jumbo oats and a futher 8oz which I gave a quite blitz in the food processor. Then baked at 150 degrees for 25 minutes and the results look rather pleasing. They’ll be presented to the office tomorrow, so I shall report on the response!
