Sunday, April 25, 2010


One of my favourite recipes of Dads were his Anzacs. Crunchy enough on the outside that you didn't crack your teeth, with the perfect amount of chew so not to loose one either. Just the smell of the melting butter and syrup is enough to take me back there, peering over dads shoulder anticipating that first bite of a warm chewy bikkie. Ah. Lest We Forget.

1 comment:

Palette said...

they look lovely anitra! care to share recipe?