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"Cake" #3 - Scottish Fingers
Today we have been abandoned. While Lisa and I appreciate that Carla has booked annual leave from work, neither of us recall authorising her absence from the weekly baking session. We hope the below suffices to show the importance of her future attendance.
The chosen recipe for the week was 'Scottish Fingers'. Really, they are the same as shortbread fingers (with a Flake on top to provide the Cadbury's link). We believe it was re-branded as a Scottish recipe just so it would sit more comfortably on the same spread as the Loch Ness Cake (such treats still await you, dear reader).
Today's first strangeness occurred when the ingredients for the shortbread base were combined. Other than the butter, they were all dry foodstuffs, so didn't seem likely to stick together enough. After re-reading the recipe six times, we went ahead and poured the floury rubble into the baking tray, before trying to squash it into place using a variety of unhelpfully shaped kitchen implements. The tray then went into the oven and Lisa put together the wet ingredients for the caramel covering.
The second strangeness occurred once the shortbread part had baked. The recipe insisted on the caramel being poured on straight away, and the cuts made while the caramel was still hot. Of course, as quickly as the knife parted the caramel, it had glooped back into place again.
We resolved to let it set for five minutes, headed back upstairs to get some work done and promptly forgot all about it. Half an hour later we made eye contact, swore and rushed downstairs again.
Carla, this is why we need you. Please come back. Now.
Sarah