Sjoe! These past few days have been hectically busy, fluttering here and there (usually within a radius of 2m from the kitchen counter) making prep for the upcoming days. Let’s just say that I will not mind at all if these very specific holidays are cancelled next year, because I believe it trying to spoil or at least surprise others throughout the year, and not only over a rather sparkly and jingly designated period.
Part of my goodies for the Christmas containers was supposed to be fig newtons. Since I haven’t actually eaten one in more than a decade, it’s no wonder things went awry. Nonetheless, a stop was made at tasty land, and I got a souvenir of oily hands and a magically fully belly. The primal me is pleased. The creature that toiled twice over a recipe that still went wonky is not. Still, delish cookies!
I ganked the recipe from My New Roots (go there for the recipe, lads and lassies), and it really seems like a deliciousness, easy treat when made by other hands. I have farmers’ hands, hands that are made for shaping overtones in the sky or crowding around a small open flame. Not for mucking about with delicate flours and sulky solutions of coconut oil. I suspect that, in fact, having never used coconut oil before, that my unfamiliarity dashed all chances of win. I did read on the internets that coconut oil does not contain the same allergy-hell-making business as it usually inflicts and grinds into my poor body upon an innocent smacking of the lips around the rim of a curry bowl, or in the nibbles of crispy crumbs that have sneakily locked little pockets of coconut meat in their buttery cocoons of cookies. Tis now a confirmed fact, since I did not experience nausea, throat scratchiness, world spinniness…all sad-making.
Anyhow, my point is that with the coconut oil it because rather greasy immediately and the dough/batter went all soggy. The first time I made these I added in dashes more oats to try and save the poor thing, as well as nutty bran wheat flour. Meh. Still didn’t do much for it. Also, the first time round I didn’t pay attention and added only 1 Teaspoon of chia seeds, which would perhaps explain the disaster that was firm binding, even after refrigerating Nonetheless, even with the chia gel in Round 2, it was still not *floury* enough for me- I couldn’t nicely roll the mixture out to make the delicate rectangle lined deep in the middle with a thick stripe of fig glory, so instead had to settle for “Ouma se Beskuit (Grandma’s Rusks).” Ai.
Just look at that gloriousness! Like primordial dinosaur eggs! mauahah!
As you can see, they look much more ruskish- was I supposed to cut them in half to make them nearer to their Newton-y cousins? Nay say I! Plonk these feisty beasts in your black coffee or green tea if you dare! Or just place a generous bite in your mouth and feel the ages of earthy textures wash over your tongue and coil into your lizard brain to when it dreamed of its past life as a tree.
Or…y’know, eat them all civilized like with a brew of almond and ginger tea. 😀