Millionaire’s Flapjack

There’s something about it being pay-day that makes me think about the future.

I’m an educated woman (we all hope; that I’m a woman, I mean. I’m clearly educated…), and I don’t intend to work in retail for the rest of my life. I don’t particularly intend to still be working in retail by the end of this year. Don’t get me wrong, I quite liked working in my card-shop in December. A lovely atmosphere, everyone happy and friendly. Kind of like after Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve/Morning. When everyone’s just genuinely cheerful, even though it’s, like, 1am and we’re all tired because no-one had a nap before going to Mass. But that doesn’t mean I want to do that every day.


I agree. He doesn’t have much to do with the post, but I can’t find a suitable picture that does!

But, then, what to do? I must admit, I’m not hugely enamoured of the idea of a 9-5 job. I like to be able to sleep until I wake up naturally (at the moment, about half 10). To be able to spend whole days just sat reading because I want to finish my book. Which I want to do pretty much every time I pick a book up. Some people get lost in computer games. I get lost in books. Which is probably why I don’t read nearly as much as I used to. To have time off when I like.

In an ideal world, I’m a writer. Hence my novel. And this blog. Not that either are currently paying the bills. That’s the card-shop. One day, perhaps. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

But anyway, the point, which I’m slowly getting to, is this. I’m going to attempt to restructure this blog and make it more focused. To give it better direction. Obviously I don’t intend for it to make me my fortune. That’s not building a castle in the sky. That’s an entire citadel. And then some.


Right now, the aim is for me to practise my writing. Finding a subject every day, or every other day, though, is difficult. Especially when I have almost no limits on what this blog is about. So this reordering of my Hall will go something like this: Food and Fiction. They are the main points of conversation.

Think of this as a Reading-and-Tasting Club. We shall discuss the books we’ve read or are reading or are writing, and the food we’re eating. (Well, OK, let’s be honest: I’ll be the one leading the discussions, so what I’m reading, writing, and eating. Feel free to add your comments though. I’m always interested in other people’s opinions. Just keep them friendly, though, would you? I’m a sensitive soul. Us creative types are. But I expect you know that anyway, as a creative-type yourself.)

So, without further ado, today’s recipe, in keeping with the thoughts of money: Millionaire’s Flapjack. Which is a layer of flapjack, a layer of caramel, and a topping of chocolate.


For the flapjack: 330g oats, 200g unsalted butter, and 6 tablespoons of syrup or honey. I used honey. Melt the honey and butter together and stir into the oats, getting it all nice and sticky. Press into a baking tin and bake for about 20 minutes at about 200C. Allow to cool.

For the caramel: 125g butter, 125g brown sugar, and 1 400g can of condensed milk. Apparently, you’re supposed to make it like a sauce, by melting the butter, then dissolving the sugar in it, then adding the milk and stirring until thick. I might have misread this (or ignored it) and just plonked it all in the pan and mixed together until it was all liquid and beginning to thicken. Pour this on top of the cooled flapjack and allow to set.

Then, melt your chocolate. As much or as little as you like, in whatever combinations that you like – as you can see, I used white and dark. Pour on top and leave to set. If you can. Cut into squares and eat with a cup of tea.

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