There is something about good ole` favourites... whether it is you old favourite jumper that is a bit tatty and has seen better days but you reach for it every time you want something comfortable. What about your favourite pair of socks that are worn at the heel and have holes where your toes poke out. Doesn't matter they're your favourite, they're comfortable.
Do you have an ole` favourite recipe when it comes to baking? It has to be an Anzac biscuit in our house. You can't go wrong with a good old Anzac biscuit..... whether you prefer soft and chewy or crisp and crunchy. It's always a winner in with my hubby. He asks me to make them regularly and unfortunately at the moment I can't always say they turn out to his specifications - crunchy on the outside and chewy on the inside... it's an art to getting it just right you know!
However, it 's nice to sometimes re-invent and jazz up the favourites in your life. That is where the little additions come in to make something that is good for something that is just down right yummy.
Tart pink cranberries or craisins, as they are sometimes called, is just one of the additions I added to these Anzac biscuits. These little pink gems just add that lovely little burst of tartness that is needed to counterbalance the creamy sweetness of the white chocolate.
Oh heck, what am I raving on about - I sound like one of those Masterchef contestants trying to analyse a dish that one of the judges have made in the Masterclass segment. Does that annoy you as it annoys me when they try and sound all professional and knowledgeable like? When in fact they have no idea what they're on about..... all they know it tastes pretty darn good just like these Cranberry and White Chocolate Anzac biscuits do.
No need to analyse the flavour combination just enjoy them. On a cold winters day with a good cup of tea, snuggled up in front of the fire with a good book. Now your talking!
It's my last week of work in my current job this week. I am looking forward to relaxing in front of the fire, feet up, wearing my favourite tatty old jumper that covers my swelling belly and my footsies covered with my favourite pair of winter socks - yes with my toes hanging out of the holes in them!