Finally. A cool enough day to bake. Last Tuesday when I was driving down the road to our house my car temp was reading 109 degrees. This morning it is cool, breezy and only 62 degrees.
That's more like it.
My coworker and neighbor (and friend) Keith (I made him sound like three people there, didn't I?) gave me his Grandpa Harrower's 1881 Scotch Shortbread recipe. There is a secret ingredient that I can't tell you because it's not my recipe to share. But let me tell you they turned out great.
I also tweaked the recipe – even after Keith warned me he didn't want any middle of the night visits from his dead relatives for daring to toy with a family legacy. He was afraid of a midnight apparition of a large, disgruntled Scot wearing a kilt at his bedside.
I just added a little bit of candied ginger to the dough and then dusted them with fine sugar. I think Grandpa Harrower would approve.
I think the bars turned out the best. They are easier to do and they dunk better.
Only two more days of the “August, A Month in the life of Andrea”. I’ve enjoyed each post.
Oh, man. If you get permission from the ghostly kilted Scots, I’d love to whip up a batch of those.
Then again, I’d probably eat them all myself, so maybe it’s a good thing there’s no recipe? LOL…
Mmmmmm.
Diane