Aunty Georgie was a very good cook and when ever we visited her and Uncle Charlie, there was always an array of delicious food on offer and we never went home hungry. Lunch was always excellent and there was always cake for tea.
She used to run cooking classes for the elderly, but that is another blog for another time…
On one occasion, when I had the good luck to spend a week with them when I was about 10 years old, it might have been on that last Saturday as she was preparing our lunch and maybe getting ahead of herself with regards to what she was going to cook when my family came to collect me the next day, that she asked me if I would like to make some Melting Moments biscuits.
Quite often I would sit in the kitchen with her as she cooked, chatting about this and that, and sometimes I would help her with simple tasks. She had a wonderful box of recipe cards that I used to love looking at, flicking through them, staring at the pictures and wondering what the dishes tasted like, the ones that she had not already made, of course and this is probably why she asked if I would like to cook something.
I am no great cook now, and certainly wasn’t at that age but I said OK, I was happy to give them a go.
I took the recipe card. They looked easy enough and there weren’t many ingredients so I didn’t think I would have any trouble making them, and besides, with Aunty Georgie there to guide me, nothing could go wrong!
When I was looking for a picture of what they looked like for this post, there are several types of Melting Moments biscuits out there, but my ones had a glacé cherry on the top and I am sure they were made with oats, but some recipes I have seen use desiccated coconut. This link is the closest to what I remember they looked like when I made them.
Anyway, she put out the ingredients for me along with her set of scales and kept an eye on what was probably my first trip into the world of cooking. And off I went weighing this, mixing that and then shaping the dough into little balls, placing them onto a baking tray and putting the cherry on the top of each one. Once ready, she put the tray into the oven and I helped her to clear the table and sat waiting for them to cook.
Uncle Charlie had been in the garden, I think, and he came into the kitchen all full of smiles and laughter, as he always was, and exclaimed at the wonderful smell. A fortuitous arrival as Aunty Georgie had not long taken the tray out of the oven and these little discs of edible joy were sitting proudly cooling on a rack. I had made plenty, (mainly as I knew, or hoped Dad would like them as he was fond of his biscuits!) so I had one there and then and enjoyed the (glacé cherry) fruits of my labour. As did Uncle Charlie and Aunty Georgie who both exclaimed that they were delicious! See what I mean about them being wonderful people?
I eagerly awaited for lunch the next day when I could proudly offer my plate of Melting Moments to Dad who as expected, did enjoy them and ate quite a few of them with his coffee. He did love his biscuits.