The desert your dentist will love to hate on

Every kid loves Roald Dahl’s dark, twisted and hilariously grotesque stories, right? Or was that just me? I love that he got right to the crux of what kids really like, there’s no pink fluff or fairy godmothers in his stories, no sir. Instead there are disappearing twits, shrinking grandmothers, squish-able aunts and other villains coming to raucous, violent and; let’s be honest; hilariously funny ends.

One of my very favourite characters is Violet Beauregarde, maybe because I can relate to poor ‘oul Violet a little more than I’d care to admit. For those of you who don’t know, Violet, a serial gum-chewer, won a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.  But poor Violet comes to a colourful end when she insists on trying a prototype gum that doubles as a three course meal. Long story short, she sweals up, turns into a blueberry and has to be rolled away…. to be juiced.

I love the idea that you could eat so much of something, you could turn into it. I’m pretty sure it can’t actually happen, at least, I haven’t turned into a lump of chocolate just yet; although I do have a friend who insists her skin once started to turn orange after she over dosed on carrot juice.

Well, eating tonnes of this yummie desert won’t turn you into a blueberry, but it will turn your teeth and tongue a jaunty shade of purple. Hence why your dentist won’t like it, but I bet your friends will find it hilarious.

I threw this together after The Fella’s mother gifted me a whole bucketful of blueberries (yes, I am a very lucky girl). It’s like a cross between a fool and a fruit crumble, mainly because I couldn’t quite decide on what to make, but it doesn’t matter what it’s called because it is deeeelicious. I think it would work with any summer berry, especially raspberries, so if you’re not lucky enough to be gifted a pile of blueberries in the morning, feel free to mix it up, your teeth can take it.

Little pots of blue

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Anzac bikkies

So today is Anzac Day in Australia, a remembrance day for the Australian and New Zealand troops that served and died in the world wars. This is my first Anzac Day here and I find it a little unusual, being from friendly little neutral Ireland, I have nothing to compare it too. But I have been told that these little bikkies are part of the tradition and are super yum, and that’s reason enough for me.

I was actually hoping to make chocolate hot cross buns for Easter but I had a fight with my yeast dough, which then sulkily refused to rise. So yeast-free and simple Anzac biscuits won out in the end, but I’m glad because they are chewy, dunkable and a great (and equally unhealthy) alternative to chocolate after the choc-fest that was yesterday.

Apparently to be a true Anzac biscuit, it must contain golden syrup, butter, oats, coconut and absolutely nothing else, especially anything that could be deemed “fancy”.  The wives and mothers left behind would not have had access to anything other than the most basic and cheap of ingredients. I was told this by a proper ocker Aussie  and I found it quite amusing as I imagine their counterparts in Ireland would have found coconut (even the desiccated variety) to be the absolute height of fanciness!

Anzac Bikkies

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