- 4 ½ oz/ 6 tbsp Golden Syrup or corn syrup (golden syrup I found at the shops but I think it has to be something a bit sticker than honey)
- 1/2 cup granulated sugar
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 2 sticks/200g unsalted butter
- 12 oz/330g porridge oats
Preheat the oven to 350°F/180°C/Gas 4 (thank goodness the website told me this; the ovens here and I….well…)
- Butter a 9″x 13″/23cm x 33cm Swiss roll tin and line the base with baking parchment.(they mean butter it- these puppies are sticky!)
- Place the syrup and butter into a large saucepan and heat gently until the butter has melted into the syrup and stir well. Make sure you don’t skimp on the golden syrup. It’s a devil to get out of the jar, but it is the key for holding your ‘jacks together.
- Put the oats into the pot, add a pinch of salt then pour over the butter and syrup mixture and stir to coat the oats.
- Pour the mixture into the prepared tin and spread evenly to fill the tin making sure the surface is even.
- Bake in the preheated oven for 25 minutes or until golden brown. Remove from the oven while the flapjack is still slightly soft, they will harden once cool. (key!)
- Place the tin on a wire cooling rack and cut the flapjack into squares and leave in the tin until completely cold.
Doubled for chocolate version, which included 1/2 a chocolate bar, melted and stirred in.
Like I said. Well received.
Today I walked to Regent’s park to take more surveys for £10. Gotta get your money where you can, eh? I stopped at Regent’s park for a bit and read my book as well, which was wonderful.
Only, it’s warm out?
This survey involved choosing a chocolate and eating it and then answering some questions about your consumption experience. I’ve done one like this before, but I am always keen for an exposure experience. Eating a decadent chocolate is good for me to do once in awhile and to prove that I can identify which chocolate I want, eat it, and savour it- Not take a nibble and save the rest for later, as I would usually do.
I chose the “Framboisine” which was
“Dark chocolate with dark chocolate ganache sprinkled with raspberries bits”
Perfectly dark with hints of fruity raspberry. Just what I wanted. They asked in the survey if I felt guilt or remorse or anxiety or whatever. I felt none of those things. Ed was just quiet as I closed my eyes and took delicious bites of this chocolate, letting it melt on my tongue and sent it’s chocolaty wonder miracles to my brain.
and no. I didn’t gain 5 lbs instantly. and I’m not going to be heavier tomorrow.
Since I’ve been learning to treat myself and listen to my body, I felt good having that chocolate. I’m learning to eat when I’m hungry, and stop when I’m full.
That last thing is something I have trouble with. It’s not a binge, because I carefully plan and portion what I eat AND because I still undereat. It’s a paradox because it shouldn’t be a problem to stuff yourself full of lettuce, but my friends, it can be done. Regardless of what I’m eating, I should be able to let it lie and come back later, or to just stop alltogether. I think it has something to do with
But if I’m full before I’ve finished what is on my plate, I continue until I feel a bit too full. What am I afraid of- waste? In treatment, we were forced to lick our plates with a penalty for anything that remained unfinished. So I feel guilty for not finishing things or for “wasting” food. Again, this has never been like I couldn’t finish a loaf of bread or a giant pan of brownies or something (because I don’t do that), but rather like a bowl of oats, or a kabocha squash.
Although this was years ago, it is subconsciously engrained in my psyche that I must finish everything.
As a recovering Anorexic, it’s difficult to strike a balance. I’m really working on this, as I piece my recovery together. Part of intuitive eating is allowing yourself to eat when you’re hungry and stop when you’re full. Does anyone have any tips for this?
On another note, I’ve got things in my fridge I need to do things with. And my friend has commissioned me to make him a Zucchini bread with cream cheese icing. AND the weekend holds the farmer’s market and perhaps marketing with my flat mate!! Oh the joys. I should consider making it a practise to write down my joys and gratitudes daily, so I can be reminded that although I sometimes feel overwhelmed, there is so much that is going well for me, and it’s getting better all the time.
Cue the song:
I shall leave you with another feel good song. Otis reminds us all to relax and waste some time. Your soul and your mind will thank you.