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Side Notes
Oct. 17th, 2016 04:11 amGetting addicted to chocolate HobNobs while in Ireland was a decidedly stupid thing to do, because here, despite being a Commonwealth, there are no HobNobs at the handful of stores where I've looked. There should be HobNobs everywhere.
(The Canadian distributor claims there are HobNobs to be had at three stores nearby, but they lied. Lied.)
So I made some from one of the many recipes online. The one I picked was on a blog by someone married to an ex-pat Brit who tells their spouse their homemade version is better than the real thing, but I think Brit Spouse really loves their not-Brit Spouse, and even if they weren't reassuring their cook of a Spouse while inwardly grimacing at each bite, not-Brit Spouse needs to write better recipe instructions.
Anyhoo.
Homemade HobNobs are not round, as they should be. Instead, each individual half-TBSP scoopful of batter melded together to make one solid pan-sized block, which, Disaster! But I looked at it for a long time, decided, Fuck it, and cut it into giant, rectangular squares, smeared freshly-melted chocolate onto their backsides, and ate them in what was not-quite HobNob heaven, but will take the edge off for now.
The hunt for HobNobs continues.
(The Canadian distributor claims there are HobNobs to be had at three stores nearby, but they lied. Lied.)
So I made some from one of the many recipes online. The one I picked was on a blog by someone married to an ex-pat Brit who tells their spouse their homemade version is better than the real thing, but I think Brit Spouse really loves their not-Brit Spouse, and even if they weren't reassuring their cook of a Spouse while inwardly grimacing at each bite, not-Brit Spouse needs to write better recipe instructions.
Anyhoo.
Homemade HobNobs are not round, as they should be. Instead, each individual half-TBSP scoopful of batter melded together to make one solid pan-sized block, which, Disaster! But I looked at it for a long time, decided, Fuck it, and cut it into giant, rectangular squares, smeared freshly-melted chocolate onto their backsides, and ate them in what was not-quite HobNob heaven, but will take the edge off for now.
The hunt for HobNobs continues.
